Reborn in the 1970S, I Aborted My Child and Went to School

When his wife's ashes were placed in the cemetery, the son uncovered the obscured side of the tombstone. It was the name of my wife Bai Yueguang. I questioned my son, but he said: "Mom, you are a rural woman, and you have tied up your father, a senior engineer, with your responsibilities for the rest of your life. You should be satisfied! They are all gone, and you should fulfill the long-cherished wish of this pair of poor mandarin ducks!" The granddaughter said regretfully: "Grandpa and Grandma Zhang were born in different quilts and died in the same hole. This is the last thing we can do for their unwavering love." I was pissed to death in front of the tombstone. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my college admission letter was given to me by my husband.