Although his reminisce seemed very long, in fact not even half an hour had passed. The cemetery was still devoid of people and the daisy in front of the two tombstones swayed freely along the wind, the white and yellow petals looked exceedingly delicate with water droplets still resting on it.
Jin Renguang once again caressed the smaller unnamed tombstone. His heart would suffocate everytime he thought of the baby's first cries, his fragility when Jin Renguang cradled him for the first time, his teary eyes as he was sent into the incubator, until the end…his shriveled face tinged with a shade of purple.
Jin Renguang closed his eyes, frowning. The tip of his fingers trembled ever so slightly. "I'm sorry…"
