Hill!
Tombstone!
Four solitary graves!
And of course, Ye Tianchen, who drank up five bowls of wine, still couldn't ease the pain deep within his heart. In truth, such pain cannot be healed by any amount of wine!
To be honest, Ye Tianchen felt somewhat dazed and couldn't believe it. Dongfang Meng, Tianshuang, Zhang Ruotong, Liu Rumei—they were all dead, completely gone from this world. No longer could he see their faces, hear their voices. Had these four really vanished from this world forever? Ye Tianchen refused to believe it!
"I mean, what's the fun in drinking alone in front of four graves?" Little Zhu Yan grinned at Xiao Yi and asked.
Ye Tianchen glanced at Little Zhu Yan. He really had no mind to pay attention to this fellow; his expression was a bit dazed, unsure if it was overwhelming sadness or a persistent feeling of inexpressible and unreleased emotions. He took the last half-bowl of wine left and walked step by step towards the four solitary graves.
