However, he, who was used to galloping on the battlefield, suddenly felt particularly free, and it was inevitable that he would feel lost and empty, not knowing what to do.
Of course, he wasn't really idle. Everything about Zheng Tianai's plan went very smoothly.
On the other side of Xiaoxiao, this little girl seemed to have a stubborn temper and planned to fight him to the end and never bow her head.
If that's the case, that's fine.
From now on, he no longer has to wander between hatred and love.
One sword cut off all the love between him and Xiaoxiao.
Calculate all the hatred between him and Luo Jieqin at once.
Whether it's Xiaoxiao or him, it's a relief.
But why, his heart hurt so much that even when he was among the laughing crowd, he couldn't feel any happiness at all.
At this time, grandma said she wanted to go to the attic to find a photo album, so he immediately volunteered to give himself a chance to leave the lively crowd.
Turning on the light in the attic, Han Murphy walked to the bookshelf and looked through the photo albums on it.
In the drawing room, an old book fell to the ground, and he had to bend down to pick it up.
Picking up the book on the ground, he found a letter inside.
What surprised him was that not only was the letter not opened, but it was also a letter written to him by his father.
Trembling and stroking the already yellowed envelope, he tore it open and took out the letter paper inside.
When I saw my biological father's handwriting again, I burst into tears.
Murphy:
I am divorcing your mother. I don’t know whether the court will award you to your mother or me in the end.
So, I wrote this letter.
If you live a happy life, I will burn this letter.
If you live in the shadow of my divorce from your mother, I will send you this letter when you are twenty-five years old to tell you how I feel now.
Neither your mother nor I wanted things to get to this point, but no one could control things from getting worse day by day.
This year, you are only four years old.
You cannot and will not understand what I am thinking.
I hope that twenty-one years later, when you read this letter, you can understand my feelings.
First of all, I want to confess to you that I am not a good father.
There is no love between your mother and I. I only married her for money.
I believe that by today, you also know how rich your unknown grandfather is.
I am a child from a poor family. In order to earn money for school, I came to your mother's house to work as an ordinary gardener.