My Dad Died, and I Smashed His Gravestone Ninety-Nine Times

My dad was a hero. He died saving a girl who had fallen into the water.

After his death, I became the most infamous unfilial daughter in the city.

Because every month, I went to smash his gravestone. I did it ninety-nine times.

As I raised the hammer for the hundredth time, I was arrested.

Mom cried as she pleaded for me, asking everyone to forgive me for "losing my mind in the pain of losing my father."

In the detention center, I said just one thing to my lawyer:

"Want to know the truth?"

"Recover every deleted encrypted file from my dad's computer, especially the folder named 'My Butterfly.'"