Very soon, the car arrived at the cemetery.
Sheng Xinhao was helped out of the car by a guard.
He quickly arrived in front of Sang Yuwan's tombstone.
Looking at the beautiful woman in the black-and-white photo on the tombstone.
Sheng Xinhao slowly knelt down.
"A Wan, I'm sorry."
"All these years, I've let you down, and I've let A Xi down."
"You probably blame me a lot down there."
Sheng Xinhao's right hand covered his left, his face growing paler as he endured the severe pain from his left hand.
"It's okay, A Wan, you have every right to blame me."
"When my time comes, you can hit me, you can scold me, just... don't ignore me."
"A Wan, rest assured, A Xi is doing well now, he has a family of his own, and everything I have is left to him."
"Although he might not care much, ultimately, we are father and son, and I have hurt him so much over the years, it's only right to make amends."
As Sheng Xinhao spoke, tears fell at this moment.
