The grass was faint. The white paper fluttered. Shen Yifan knelt in front of the four graves and said in a low voice, "Father, if I hadn't brought them out of Huaishan Town, perhaps they wouldn't have died."
Shen Ping said indifferently, "Without you, they would have died of old age and illness. With you, their lives would at least be exciting and they would have no regrets."
"Really?"
Shen Yifan looked up. Shen Ping did not say anything. Only his son knew if it was true. If he could not cross this hurdle, his future achievements would be limited. Not long after, he left, leaving only his son.
For the next two years, Shen Yifan stayed in Huaishan Town obediently. Every day, he would drink and go to the grave to talk to his companions. This scene made Yin Shu and Xi Lengyan's hearts ache.
"Everyone experiences the pain of life and death. This is a mental tempering for him. Don't worry about it."
