After their confessions were rejected, they regretted it for the rest of their lives.

"..."

"I just went to the nearby florist to buy flowers, and it seems the party is over when I got back."

Zuoqiu Hangyu, who appeared out of nowhere, spoke to himself.

The girl was holding a cluster of white flowers in her hands; the white flower that had just been placed in front of the grave was taken from one of those flowers.

"..."

Xia Weichan's smile froze on her face as she looked at the girl's calm profile.

His behavior just now was as awkward as having someone read a novel he wrote in junior high school to you in public as an adult.

Xia Weichan composed herself and said, "I don't think I know you."

Did I fucking invite you to my funeral?

Zuoqiu Hangyu, who had been squatting in front of the tombstone, slowly stood up, raised her head slightly, and looked at Xia Weichan with her clear black and white eyes.

"So it seems your memory is a bit poor?"

The girl raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "We met once before, in the police station corridor. It's only been six days. Have you really forgotten?"

"Simply a chance encounter and an acquaintance shouldn't be confused, right?"

Xia Weichan paused, his gaze meeting Zuoqiu Hangyu's, making him feel somewhat uneasy.

He fixed his gaze on the flowers in front of the tombstone.

Then, he got back into the game.

"But I think my brother wouldn't mind if a stranger gave him flowers."

"Hmm, it seems that if your older brother could see his younger brother's expression through the tombstone, perhaps his spirit in heaven could rest in peace and wouldn't worry about his loved one's grief."

Zuoqiu Hangyu followed Xia Weichan's gaze, finally settling on the flowers.

"After all, for the living, becoming a relic left behind by the dead is a rather cruel thing."

"..."

"You acted very well. At least, at that moment, you really portrayed the feeling of being speechless with extreme sadness. However, there were some minor flaws. It seems like you improvised. Did you not expect Xia Weiyu to be so popular in the company? Did you deliberately practice your facial expressions?"

"Um?"

Xia Weichan is a little scared.

Just as he trusted Zuoqiu Hangyu's talent, she reciprocated Xia Weichan's trust with her keen observation skills.

Avoiding the sight of Zuoqiu Hangyu as much as possible was the right choice, an absolutely correct decision.

Beneath the exterior of a high school student lies a clear-sighted mind.

Xia Weichan said, "Isn't it a bit too impolite to slander someone to their face like this?"

"What's with the rudeness?"

Looking at Xia Weichan's expression, Zuoqiu Hangyu tilted her head, then made an exaggerated expression on her pretty face.

"You don't actually believe I thought your smile just now was sadness, do you? Xia Weichan, you were clearly very happy, weren't you?"

Upon hearing Zuoqiu Hangyu suddenly mention his name, Xia Weichan's thoughts seemed to be cut off, instantly coming to a standstill.

He was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized that, after all, he was a semi-public figure.

With just a little inquiry, one can easily find out his identity and name; there's really no need to make a fuss.

The girl quickly added:

"Although I am confident that my appearance will leave a deep enough impression on others, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Zuoqiu Hangyu, and my surname is Zuoqiu... I am a detective."

"Hmm, a high school detective club?"

Zuoqiu Hangyu's eyebrow twitched, and he corrected her, word by word:

"...I am the older sister who has two years of work experience after graduating from university."

She deliberately emphasized the word "older sister" quite a bit.

"I really couldn't tell."

Xia Weichan chuckled softly.

No?

Weren't you a lawyer for those two years? How did you become a detective?

He subconsciously felt that the other person was bluffing him.

Today, caught everyone off guard, too many flaws were exposed...

Zuoqiu Hangyu rolled her eyes at him, then bent down and reached out to pull up her black over-the-knee socks, which had slipped down her smooth thighs from standing for so long.

He cleared his throat twice. "Back to the main topic. Don't worry, I don't want to investigate you, but your brother and the inheritance he legally inherited that has nothing to do with him."

Upon hearing the girl's words, Xia Weichan tried her best to keep her facial expression unchanged.

What is meant by an unrelated inheritance?

That was clearly all his blood and sweat.

Xia Weichan frowned. "So, that's why you're here?"

"Not entirely. Today also marks the one-year anniversary of my lover's passing."

The flowers that Zuoqiu Hangyu held in front of his chest were gently stirred by the breeze.

The fragrance of flowers wafted into the nostrils of the cicadas at the end of summer.

"Lover...?"

Subconsciously, I glanced out of the corner of my eye at a certain spot in the cemetery.

Xia Weichan remained silent for a moment, her gaze somewhat complicated, but she chose not to press further, instead returning to the beginning:

"Did someone specifically hire you to investigate me at the funeral?"

"Don't try to guess my intentions. I just came to visit him today. Coincidentally, I heard that Xia Weiyu's funeral is also being held today, so I came to join in the fun."

The girl finished speaking and gave a relaxed smile, which quickly faded with a blink of her beautiful eyes. Her clear eyes reflected Xia Weichan.

"Among the inheritance you are about to receive, or have already received, are things belonging to... my lover. So, I'm curious about his relationship with you... or rather, the relationship between you two..."

"I'm sorry, now that the funeral is over, I may not have much time to talk to you about these things."

Zuoqiu Hangyu's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly said, "Don't misunderstand, I have no intention of coveting your inheritance..."

"I'm not familiar with the person I'm talking about..."

After saying this, Xia Weichan turned and left.

Only Zuoqiu Hangyu remained, her slender figure appearing lonely against the backdrop of the cluster of white flowers.

"They ran away..."

That's it.

The girl herself didn't have much hope for today's impromptu confrontation.

"Summer's End..."

Zuoqiu Hangyu's gaze returned to the tombstone surrounded by flowers.

This talented musician, who rose to fame in the industry in just six months,

But what's strange about the information she found is that, despite having such dazzling talent, her records were quite unremarkable just six months ago.

It's the kind of resume that, apart from appearance, has no special skills in the entertainment industry.

The Zuoqiu Hangyu was specifically investigated.

Six months ago, Xia Weiyu became a trainee at an entertainment company, but she chose to quit the very next morning.

A drama unfolded where "if you fail in your career, you go back and inherit the family fortune"...

From a bottom-tier trainee, he rose to become a major shareholder of an entertainment company.

There's a huge sense of disconnect, like an NPC suddenly being given the consciousness of a protagonist...

Why?

Holding the beautifully arranged bouquet, Zuoqiu Hangyu shifted her gaze from Xia Weiyu's grave.

Slowly walking into the distance, there also stands a grave.

I gently knelt down in front of the monument inscribed with "Mr. Ye".

"If you were still here, perhaps you could have noticed more clues?"

She murmured, placing the pure white bouquet before the tombstone, her voice slightly choked with emotion.

"I'm so sorry... I haven't dared to visit you for the past year, and my doctors and family have rarely mentioned you in front of me..."

"I know why, because... I can't control my emotions..."

"By the way, I called you 'lover' today..."

She wiped away the tears that were about to fall with the sleeve of her trench coat.

Zuoqiu Hangyu's lips trembled slightly; she wanted to speak, but then choked back a sob.

I bit my lower lip until it turned white.

"I miss you so much…"

The girl's confessions were destined to go unanswered...