Lu Yao held Yao Meishu's ashes in his hand, his lips trembling slightly and his face filled with sorrow.
Over two decades of love was over; Yao Meishu was gone, and his heart was empty, completely empty.
All that was left were his children.
Lu Jiayue was crying, her eyes were swollen red, she covered her face and cried bitterly.
Despite all her faults, she was excellent when it came to familial love, she genuinely loved her parents, even though she had been selfish too.
Lu Jiahao had red eyes, but not a single tear fell.
As the saying goes, 'A man doesn't shed tears easily.' He kept all the pain in his heart.
Gu Yansi's expression was faint, also affected by the sad atmosphere, she felt a little sad inside.
Lu Qingyi kept her hands in her pockets, her face indifferent as if this had nothing to do with her. But in fact, she was a little upset inside; after all, her heart was not made of iron.
