"I am willing to believe that the words in the letter are your sincere thoughts. Although we are no longer together, we did love each other once. I also hope you will be well in the future."
Nan Yuesheng choked up, tears streaming down, "I'm really glad you can say that."
Xu Mohan looked at the tombstone in front of her, which had Xu Zhuozheng's photo on it.
Thinking of his son, his heart still ached.
He stepped forward and placed the flowers he was holding in front of the tombstone, knowing that the child couldn't hear him, but still wanting to say, "Zhuozheng, Dad is here to see you."
Beside him, Nan Yuesheng was crying uncontrollably, and he handed her a handkerchief.
Nan Yuesheng took it, "Thank you."
"Why have you come to your senses?"
