"I didn't think you would be defeated by such a little recording. You didn't think of it yourself." Ye Shui-mo wiped the photographs on the tombstone and whispered, "Honey, mother has tied up the bad people who bullied you. If you know it, you must be very happy."

Wang Feifei turned his head and did not look at the smiling face on the tombstone, but was pulled by someone holding his hair.

She was in pain, screaming and struggling to leave. Her neat hair was scattered and pressed to the ground by leaf ink.

"Ye Shui Mo, do you think I am not sad? She's also my daughter, and you...