His gaze swept across the mottled wall, finally stopping above the TV cabinet.
There was a dust-free wooden photo frame placed there.
In the photo, the young parents stood together, smiling brightly, with his mother holding him, just a month old, in her arms.
Even through the glass, one could see the happiness and tranquility captured in that moment.
Fang Cheng walked over and stopped in front of the cabinet.
He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing over the glass of the frame.
"Dad, just watch from the heavens."
He spoke softly, his voice steady:
"I will take good care of Mom, and won't let her suffer any grievances. As for the truth those people hid back then, I will find it out sooner or later, and give you an explanation."
After gazing for a moment, Fang Cheng let out a light sigh.
He then turned and walked into the bedroom.
A wallet was thrown on the desk, he picked it up and opened it, finding several bank cards and some hundred-yuan bills inside.
