I died in the year when my wife loved me most, and she placed all her love for me on my daughter. Every once in a while I bring my daughter to visit me at the cemetery. I am very pleased to see Xiaoying growing up happily. But later, the sacrifice my wife burned for me suddenly changed from designer clothes to half an apple and expired biscuits. I once suspected that Jiang Shumian was bankrupt. Until I saw tear stains on Xiaoying's gloomy paintings, a bad premonition filled my body. My baby girl, she's not doing well!
