Water stains dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was hoarse but deeply suppressed: "Zhichan, my father's heart is beating in your body. I once struggled with this and hated it. Now, I really hope you can carry it well and live."
The dense pain spread from his heart. He couldn't control the pain. He almost stopped breathing. He pressed his head heavily on the tombstone and cried out in pain: "Do you think you can atone for your sins like this? Zhichan, what can you repay for what you owe me? Ah? Tell me..."
He realized never more clearly than now that he had lost her forever, day and night in the future.
Intention: fearless
