A man was kneeling in front of a tombstone, his pupils dilated and his eyes dull.
"Dad, if you have a soul in heaven, please help me!"
Qin Yang murmured to himself, tears welling up in his red and swollen eyes.
"I'm at the end of my rope. Ever since you left, my mother has been seriously ill. I've sold the house and the car, and I've even paid for the medical expenses myself, but my mother's illness still hasn't improved!"
Qin Yang said, tears falling unsatisfactorily.
