His eyes fell on the small photo on the monument.

The corrosion of wind and rain has made the photos white and lose their color.

But it still cannot cover up the outstanding appearance and temperament of the woman in the photo.

It's really similar to Qianchi.

Mo Li knelt in front of the monument, saying no, but just knelt quietly.

It took me a long time before Mo Li slowly moved the corners of her mouth, lowered her head, and said weakly: "I didn't do what I promised you."

His voice was a little hoarse, no longer as gentle as before, and it also made people feel indifferent.

"She's here to attend the funeral. I know you don't want to make her sad, but she has the right to come."

"I gave her the key to the house. Maybe she had guessed who she was, but she just didn't want to face it."

"I didn't hate you, and I didn't do this to anger you. I just feel that it's not to let her never know who her biological father is for the rest of her life, and that would be unfair to her."

"Maybe she can't accept it for the moment, but I believe that time can help her overcome everything."

Behind a tree dozens of meters away, Bai Qianchi was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and quietly looked at Mo Li, who was kneeling in front of the tombstone and was talking about something.

Mo Li suddenly laughed, bitterly, and sadly: "Finally, I don't have to listen to your sorry anymore."

"Do you know, I hate you every time you say sorry."

"I don't blame you for abandoning your mother, nor for betraying your family for a woman. But if possible, in the next life, I don't want to be your child, and I don't want my mother to meet you again."

"This life is really enough."

"If I had known it would be the ending today, as early as the year when my grandfather passed away, I should have taken my mother away from this world."

"Do you know, I have never been happy in the past twenty years."

Mo Li took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it.

"I'm not as generous as you think, so I won't recognize this sister."

"But if she has no place to go in the future, I will take care of her for you."

"In three hours, I will take my mother out of the city and may not necessarily come back in the future."

Mo Li knelt on the ground and said a lot to Mo Shaohan.

Finally, he stood up, looked at the photo on An Xiangqing's tombstone, and said, "Please take good care of him for me, after all, he has loved you for the rest of his life."

After Mo Li said this, he glanced at Bai Qianchi who was hiding behind the tree, then turned around and left here.

After Mo Li left, Bai Qianchi came to the tombstone with the bouquet of flowers.

Looking at the newly added tombstone next to his mother, Bai Qianchi's mood was indescribably heavy and complicated.

She squatted down and put the flowers in her hand in front of her mother's monument, but in the end, she still placed the bouquet of flowers in the middle of the two tombstones.

She is different from Mo Li. She has no grievances to complain, nor has she resented her resentment to vent.

She came here today and just came to worship Mo Shaohan simply.

Of course, she struggled for a long time before coming here.

As Mo Li said, she might have guessed, but she didn't want to face it.

If she could, she would rather know nothing.

Being Sun Hao, a stranger's daughter for the rest of her life, is better than struggling in her heart when she looks at Mo Shaohan's cold tombstone.

Bai Qianchi squatted in front of the monument for a long time, but said nothing.

She didn't know what she should say, and of course, she didn't want to talk.
Chapter completed!