Previous chapter: 
                                    
                                        Chapter 36 
                                
                                                                                        
                                    Next chapter: 
                                    
                                        Chapter 38 
                                
                                                    PREVIEW
... ears, dedicated her deceased husband's favorite red rose.
& nbsp;
This year's mother did not cry silently, and seemed to be in a more relaxed mood.
As for himself, who was born a son of man, he felt extraordinarily good.
For the first time, looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, he smiled.
Qin Zhuopu bent over and offered the white chrysanthemum.
He half squatted, reached out and brushed the gray stains on the photo, and said, "I came ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
                                
























