Aunt Song said, Tang Father wanted to take her to a place.
When Su Shu got in the car, she wasn't quite clear.
But when the car stopped at a cemetery, she vaguely guessed who Tang Father wanted to bring her to.
When the young face on the gravestone entered her eyes, Su Shu suddenly felt an indescribable sensation.
Looking at the face that in some ways greatly resembled Tang Zelin.
She didn't feel the great distance that separated the living and the dead.
It was as if the person was as dear to her as the parents she had always kept in her heart.
"Xiaoya, I brought Zelin's wife to see you,"
Tang Husheng's call, choked with emotion, made the noses of the family members who had come along sting with sorrow.
Especially Aunt Song, who covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes reddening, unable to speak.
Her sister, who had always doted on her since childhood, was still so beautiful.
