The midday sun was gentle, and the clouds drifted lazily.
Lu Zifeng bought the items and then drove away.
Hu Duo was particularly curious about the Lu Family's matters, probably because she liked Lu Mingfei.
Ignoring her stomach ache, Hu Duo quickly flagged down a taxi, "Driver, please follow the car in front."
Lu Zifeng arrived at the graveyard, Yiyao's grave was in an inconspicuous corner halfway up the mountain.
Lu Zifeng put down the items and swept away the fallen leaves on the tombstone.
He lit candles and incense, "Yao Yao, Dad has come to see you. Forgive your mother for not coming along. You were a good child, and you'll surely bless her from the heavens."
When the child was born, she was the apple of their eye.
At that time, such a well-behaved and lovely girl suddenly left them, and Zhihe went mad, sometimes okay, sometimes not.
That period could be said to be the darkest days for their family.
