"Yuan Yuan, hand the painting over to me," Mo Yixuan stretched out his hand but at that moment, his hand was trembling.
Yuan Yuan didn't really understand what his father was about to do and he bit his lips and looked a little hesitant before he ultimately handed the painting over to his father.
Mo Yixuan took the painting and soon saw what Yuan Yuan had drawn.
He suddenly closed his eyes as though the painting had touched a nerve. His eyes were completely red when he next opened them and his eyes were completely bloodshot.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" he said repeatedly.
'Yan Yan, if there is an afterlife. I hope you'd live well and live happily.' he said silently to the tombstone.
