***
The heart had stopped.
He died!
Yet his face still wore a tender gaze upon the tombstone, as if determined to sit in this eternal pose.
Qiao Chutian reached out to support her, pulling her up from the ground, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. "Honey, don't be sad. Dad left happily. He's going to meet Mom, to live a happy life from now on."
Mai Xiaomai nestled in his embrace.
She thought so too.
But, her heart still ached.
After all, this was her biological father, and she watched him die right in front of her.
*
Ye Li's ashes were combined with Huang Wanrong's, along with that wedding dress, which was also burned.
Mai Xiaomai had Gao Ming's artist draw a photo of the two of them together and erected a new tombstone, holding a simple funeral.
The only attendees were herself and Qiao Chutian.
Because she knew, her father wouldn't want others to disturb his and her mother's peace.
