Walking into the home she hadn't been to for a year, Zike couldn't find any warmth. The walls were empty, and her father's urn and photos were placed on the table. It felt ridiculous and unreal, as if she was in a play. Zike lit the incense and silently stared at his father who still showed a kind smile in the photo, but could not shed a single tear. After her father irresponsibly passed away, the burden she had to bear was too heavy. She could no longer feel the grief of losing her father, and she had no time to feel sorry for herself.
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She looked up at him. Under the sunlight, there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a few strands of gray hair on his temples. However, it did not detract from his handsomeness, but made him more mature. Even if he is a bad person, it is not rude to be with such a man, she thought to herself. She already had an answer to his condition.