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Qin Island's Eastern District.
Zijin Mountain.
A large array of tombstones stood haphazardly on the hillside.
The breeze was gentle.
The trees rustled softly.
The azure sky was clear with clouds drifting leisurely.
Jiang Chen bent down and placed the daisies in his hand in front of the tombstone.
Li Shuru stood quietly by the side, silently staring at the black and white photograph on the tombstone without uttering a word.
Jiang Chen straightened up, didn't make a sound to disturb her, and gently took her hand.
"It's okay."
Li Shuru turned her head with a tactful smile.
Xue Mingqin didn't come, perhaps afraid of being overwhelmed by emotions, or maybe she didn't want to reveal her vulnerability in front of the two younger ones.
Dad, the kind of man you spoke of, I've found him, you will bless me, right?
The only response to Li Shuru was the breeze that lifted her hair.
There are too many involuntary joys and sorrows, separations and reunions in this world.
