Feng City, Martyrs' Cemetery.
The sunlight was dazzlingly bright.
Bo Qin held a bunch of flowers as he approached a grave. The man on the tombstone was smiling brilliantly, just as he had when they first met.
From nearby came the sobbing that sounded like a small animal whimpering.
The girl was very young; her fine body trembled as she cried, her hair tied back into a high ponytail. She looked frail and thin.
"Jianjian, don't cry. Your dad ... he wouldn't want to see you like this." The comfort was hollow.
Bo Qin suddenly remembered the last phone call he had received from his friend two days ago, which had been his final words.
"Bo Qin, I have a favor to ask of you. If I don't make it back this time, please take care of my daughter. Her name is Jian Dan, but you can call her Jianjian."
It was his friend, Jian Cheng's daughter he was asked to take care of.
"Who are you?"
Jian Cheng's aunt suddenly noticed there was such a person beside her and asked suspiciously.
