When the old master heard what Zhao Youlin said, he frowned and said in slight displeasure, "What did you leave behind? If it's not something really important, then forget it? It's really troublesome for you to go back one more time."

"It might not be something important, but a friend of mine brought it for me from abroad to keep me safe. He said that it was blessed by Buddha before. Just now, when I was paying my respects, I found it inconvenient, so I took it off. I didn't expect that it would fall there."

When Duan Yarong heard that it was to keep Zhao Youlin safe, she became anxious. With Joy in her arms, she came over and asked, "Do you remember where you put it? Do you need me to go with you to look for it? Seriously, child, how could you lose things like these?"

"It's my fault. But you don't need to go back with me to look for it." Zhao Youlin and rejected her offer tactfully. "Don't worry, Mom. I remember where I put it. There's a certain distance from here to the tomb, and if you go back and forth, it'll be too tiring. You should go back first, and once I find the item, I'll go back immediately."

"But you'll be alone… Should we wait for you here?" Duan Yarong was still a little worried about letting Zhao Youlin run about the place alone.

Zhao Youlin understood her worries and smiled. "Don't need to. It's almost noon now, so you should go back first to eat. Otherwise, once Joy gets sleepy, he won't eat."

The moment Zhao Youlin mentioned Joy, Duan Yarong immediately wavered.

Zhao Shunrong could not bear causing trouble to Duan Yarong, so she decided to come up with a compromise. "Let's go back first. We'll have a car stay here to wait for Youlin. Youlin, once you find the item, just remember to go home quickly."

The moment Zhao Youlin heard it, she quickly nodded in agreement. "Alright, I will."

Once she sent the group away, Zhao Youlin immediately turned around to walk toward the two people she saw just now.

Since Zhao Youlin was too focused on looking for the two people, she did not notice that at the moment she turned around, Zhao Yifei, who had been leaving together with Sun Fengzi and the others, suddenly turned around and cast her a profound glance. After a while, he hid the scheming spark in his eyes.

He also did not notice that someone else noticed her from the other side of the cemetery and opened their mouth wide because they saw her in this place. They looked like they just saw a ghost.

Even though she saw the direction the two people took, the cemetery was still pretty big. Zhao Youlin looked around for quite a bit before she found the two people she wanted in front of a rather desolate tomb.

In front of the empty tomb were two people Zhao Youlin was very familiar with. One of them was a man, and the other a girl. Both of them carried a bouquet of foxtail lilies, which were… Zhao Youlin's favorite flowers when she was alive.

And these two people were Jiang Muchen, a.k.a. Mu Chen, whom Zhao Youlin always treated as her brother, and An Kexin, a really adorable woman who served as Zhao Youlin's subordinate.

The woman was quick-witted, obedient, and sensible. They worked with Zhao Youlin for quite a long time, and they had a close relationship with Zhao Youlin.

When she did not manage to get into contact with these two, Zhao Youlin was occupied with the thought of looking for them so that she could meet them.

But now, when she finally found them, Zhao Youlin started wondering whether she should go and meet them.

It had been a few months. It would be a lie to say that she did not miss her friends, especially Mu Chen. But it was useless even if she missed them.

Now, what sort of identity and appearance should she use to face these people who once faced death together with her?

Right now, Zhao Youlin was the eldest lady of the Zhao family, the general manager of Zhao Enterprise, and the former wife of the eldest son of the Mu family, but not Officer Zhao, the one who was killed tragically while on duty.

With that thought, Zhao Youlin stopped moving forward and pulled her leg back. She stood in the distance and stared at the two rather haggard-looking people standing in front of the tomb.

It had been a few months since they met, and Zhao Youlin found that Mu Chen had become much thinner and more mature.

Based on what she remembered, Mu Chen's face always had a carefree, brilliant smile, but now, there was a rare sense of solemnness on him, causing the boy who always appeared to be a boy in her heart to look like he had turned into an adult overnight. But this growth was painful and sad.

Since Mu Chen suddenly looked like he had grown up quite a bit in front of her, Zhao Youlin could not help but have her heart ache for him.

Last time, Luo Weibing had mentioned this to her, and Zhao Youlin could already guess that her death was quite the shock to Mu Chen. She just did not expect the impact to be this profound.

As she stared at the current Mu Chen, Zhao Youlin felt relieved yet worried. She was relieved that Mu Chen cared so much about her. At the very least, she had not pampered him for nothing. But she was also worried that Mu Chen would have a hard time moving past her death. This was not something she wanted to see.

Just when Zhao Youlin watched at the two people standing together while she had a complicated expression on her face and wondered how she should logically and smoothly appear in front of these two people so that she could help Mu Chen get past his trauma, the two people who stood silently suddenly took a step forward and placed their bouquets in front of her tomb while their backs were turned to her.

Then, Zhao Youlin heard Mu Chen's familiar voice. "Sister Lin, we came to visit you again."

When she heard how Mu Chen referred to the tomb, Zhao Youlin suddenly felt her thoughts thrown into a storm, as if she had just been struck by lightning. Mu Chen just called the tomb her name. Could it be… that her ashes were buried under that tomb?!

Zhao Youlin already did not know what she should say. Her mind was blank, and a voice kept shouting in her head, telling her to walk over… walk over…

"This time, we still brought your favorite flowers here. Yeah, that's right. It's foxtail lilies, not irises. This time, I didn't mistake them, so you can't knock on my head anymore. I was never very smart, and I became stupider because of you. It's all your fault that I'm so stupid now."

When Zhao Youlin heard Mu Chen's words, her heart ached. When she was still in the police academy, Mu Chen once asked jokingly as to what sort of flowers a boy should give to Zhao Youlin when he liked her and wanted to court her.

Zhao Youlin happily told him what she liked, and on the second day, a boy with 999… irises appeared in class.

Zhao Youlin was shocked before she immediately registered what happened. A certain someone must have become a traitor and helped someone else get information from her. But most importantly, he had sent the wrong message, so she really did not know what she should say about that.

Hence, after she tactfully rejected the courageous boy who came to court her, Zhao Youlin decided to teach Mu Chen a lesson and forced him to copy the word "foxtail lilies" one thousand times.

She had not expected the boy to still remember it even now. Zhao Youlin's nose burned, and even her eyes stung.

Mu Chen did not notice anything strange by his side, and while he looked a little tired, he was still full of vigor.

With a gentle gaze, he stared at the picture on the tomb, and with a rather happy but profound tone, he lamented, "Sister Lin, we came here today to tell you something. You'll definitely be happy when you hear it."

When Mu Chen said this, he stopped for a moment before he pursed his lips, and with sparkling eyes, he said, "Sister Lin, we've… caught the person who killed you. You can rest in peace now."