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She didn’t want to tell her father about what happened before she turned 14 years old. If she could hide it… she wanted to keep it a secret.

Actually, it was a little unrealistic. Mr. Fu could find out about these things after investigating. She would have to mention it to him sooner or later. However… Ye Jian raised her head and looked at the high mountain. That was the place where her mother was buried. The green cypress was straight like a guard… She should at least wait until they had visited her mother and wait for her father to calm down before mentioning it.

There had to be a buffer between these pieces of news. How could she reveal everything all at once?

!!

Although she covered up her abnormality quickly, her father still noticed something amiss. His heart started hurting violently.

His daughter was avoiding the past again. She must have lived a hard life and didn’t want to say it out loud to make him sad. It was just like how she had hidden the news of her mother’s death from him. She was afraid that he would be sad, so she hid it carefully.

Deep in his heart, he felt that he owed Ye Jian too much. It was as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest. He couldn’t breathe properly. His daughter was too sensible. She was so sensible that she was the one taking care of him.

Mr. Fu suppressed his emotions and took a deep breath. He cooperated with Ye Jian and pretended that he didn’t notice anything. He smiled gently and said, “That’s a pity. Next time, I will thank them if I have the chance.”

Mr. Fu didn’t expect the family that adopted Ye Jian to have tortured his daughter so much that she almost died a few times.

He didn’t know that this family was the culprit who pushed his wife to her death, causing him to be separated from the person he loved the most.

In front of them was the tombstone of Martyr Sun Xueqing. There were still withered garlands placed in front of the grave. This was the ceremony that the military unit of the Southern Province organized every year to present flowers to the martyrs to commemorate them. They didn’t forget to honor the martyrs. Every martyr’s grave had garlands and flowers.

Ye Jian pointed in the direction of the tombstone of Martyr Sun Xueqing. She said softly to her father, “Dad, front left, second in the row… Mom is buried there.”

After she finished speaking, Mr. Fu’s gaze landed on her.

As it was in the early morning, there was still a faint morning mist lingering on the mountain of the cemetery. The sunlight shone softly through the mist, shining especially brightly on the red five-pointed stars in front of the rows of tombstones. Mr. Fu’s gaze passed through the mist and landed on the resting place of his deceased wife.

“Red Plum…”

He muttered softly. Ye Jian saw him staggering forward. Before he could see her mother, her father’s soul was already shattered.

The biggest sorrow was having one’s heart die. All the tears would be stuck in their heart, unable to flow out.

If one’s heart was already dead, why would one cry?

The person had already died, so what use would it do to cry?

After more than 20 years, Fu Yusheng finally saw the only woman he loved in his life… the only wife he loved in his life.

The man staggered a few times and almost fell. Holding the carnations in her hand, she chased after her father and held his arm with one hand. “Dad… slow down. Don’t fall.”

Her nasal voice was deep. It was obvious that she was crying.

“Be good. Don’t hold me. I’ll walk over to see your mother myself.” This time, Mr. Fu retracted his hand firmly. He wanted to walk over to see his wife. Even if he fell, he had to crawl to see his wife.