Mother had been dead for 30 years and since then Jing Zhongxiu didn't touch another woman. Jing Yichen knew about it. What he didn't know was that his mother had been imprinted inside his father's heart. Father believed that she was alive and on her death anniversary every year, he kept her company for food, for wine and talk.
He suddenly realized that it had been ridiculous of him to hate his father for so many years. Maybe Jing Zhongxiu hated himself more than his son.
When they reached back to the car, Jing Yichen took Ning into his arms all of a sudden. He almost suffocated her.
Tears dropped upon her face, but there were not hers.
When the bullet had pierced through Jing Yichen's heart and lungs, he didn't shed a tear. But he did so now.
Shangguan Ning held him tightly and kissed his face softly as if silently telling him that she was always beside him.
