Farewell
It was a cold night, especially in a room filled with death memorial tablets. The atmosphere of grief and death still feels so strong.
A lone middle-aged man sat on the floor of the steps. He scanned the death memorial tablets one by one before finally stopping at one of them. It had Su Yining's name written on it.
Yuan Xingren took a deep breath. "Yining, I'm sorry. I can't be a good father," he whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Are you blaming me there?" He opened an urn of porcelain wine and poured its contents into a cup. "I think you've all met by now. You won't be lonely anymore, will you?"
Then he drank the wine slowly. He stared at the death memorial tablet of Su Yining, his late wife, who had died a long time ago. The look in his eyes was complicated, filled with various emotions.