Father didn't tell him whose grave it was.
It was only when his father mentioned the fake tomb at the press conference that he remembered.
So, he entered the cemetery and found Su Xiaoyue's fake grave.
When the heavy rain poured down, he had nowhere to take shelter, nor did he want to; he just knelt in front of Su Xiaoyue's fake grave, weeping bitterly. The rain soaked him through, and now that it had stopped, his hair was still dripping.
The water slid down his face, melding with his tears and dropping to the ground, one by one.
"Second sister..."
His voice was hoarse with grief.
"Second sister..." he reached out a trembling hand, gently touching the small girl on the headstone, murmuring over and over, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
