Luo Yingying looked at his back, and felt she was familiar with this tall, straight figure. Finally, the figure became the young man in her memory.

Was he?

Was it the one who had been dead for seven years?

Luo Yingying’s eyes were suddenly moist. Subconsciously, she walked towards him, but suddenly stopped, pointing to the memorial tablet with trembling lips and repeatedly confirmed, “You… What did you call ...