The Southern Province was a revolutionary place. The martyr memorial park was rather grand. The people buried on the mountain were all martyrs who died for the country in the past or in recent years. Grandpa Gen was buried in a newly built cemetery.
In the black and white picture, Grandpa Gen was wearing an old-fashioned military uniform and an old-fashioned military cap. He smiled slightly and looked over with a firm gaze.
Ye Jian knelt down and looked at the kind-looking Grandpa Gen in the picture. Every time she kowtowed, she used all her strength. She could even hear the sound of her head knocking on the stone floor.
In this lifetime, if she had not gotten Grandpa Gen's guidance and pulled herself out of the quagmire of revenge, she wouldn't be the Ye Jian she was now.
She might still be alive and well, but she would definitely be traumatized and live a gray life tortured by hatred.
