After their military wedding, Su Chaoyang took some time to bring Mu Xiangwan to his "hometown."
In fact, over the years, he returned every year to visit his parents and grandmother, except during the four years he spent in self-imposed exile in the military.
This time, he didn't expect to be able to bring his Wanwan with him. His emotions were indescribably complex.
On the gravestone, the smiles of Su's father and mother were permanently engraved in that fleeting moment. Both were dressed in military uniforms, wearing caps that added a touch of soldierly dignity and resolve to their kind expressions. Mu Xiangwan knelt before the gravestone and bowed deeply. Though she had never met them, her voice involuntarily choked when she tried to speak, her heart filled with unspeakable sadness.
Such outstanding and perfect people like Su Chaoyang—his parents must have been good people too. But why is it that good people often pass away so young?
Heaven is truly blind.
