Jiang Yingyue had been laughing and crying at the same time. She had felt sad and happy, dejected, and ecstatic at the same time; her emotions had been a rollercoaster ride.
Han Qingshan had been watching her all this while, his heart aching when he saw the tears freely flowing down her cheeks, but he soared in happiness whenever he saw her gentle smile or heard her laughing out loud.
He felt that the conversation Jiang Yingyue had with her mother was the most taxing experience he had ever experienced.
He was even more emotional than he usually was when discussing million dollar contracts.
Jiang Yingyue finished the call, and the last reluctance she had vanished without a trace. Jiang Fengmian was not forgotten.
Even in the village where they had lived before, although all of them had disappeared like that, he was still remembered, and people looked after his grave for them.
