For a long time, seeing Jiang Chengyao still had no reaction, Xia Xingcheng could not help but walk to Jiang Chengyao and sat down next to him gently. In front of her was the tombstone of Jiang Chengyao’s mother, engraved with her portrait on it. She had similar eyes and eyebrows compared to Jiang Chengyao and looked peaceful. It was ...