The gravestone was replaced with a new, better one, engraved with "The grave of the son of Tang Yuchen and An Ruo, Tang Zhiyu."
A white marble border was built around the gravesite, transforming it into a display of extreme luxury; the small tree within its confines.
What once was an inconspicuous gravesite now stood out among the rest, becoming the most imposing one of all.
An Ruoxin thought, Tang Yuchen must have truly loved this child. If he had lived, he surely would have received much affection from Tang.
Standing in front of the gravestone for a while, Yuchen wrapped his arms around An Ruo's shoulders and said softly to the gravestone,
"Child, I am your father... Father wants to say he's sorry, and also, I love you very much. If there's a next life, would you come back as our child again? I will try my best to make you the happiest child in the world."
An Ruo's eyes suddenly reddened, and she pushed away his hand, turning to leave.
