After turning another corner, they saw a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man with haggard faces standing in front of the black tombstone. There were a few white hairs mixed in their black hair, and there were traces of tears on their faces.

There was also a little girl who looked to be in her teens, squatting right in front of the tombstone and wiping the dust off it bit by bit. She wiped it very carefully, and soon the tombstone became spotless and looked brand new again.

From their similar appearance, Wen Wan could easily infer that these should be Qiao Tianrui's family.

After seeing them, Qiao Tianrui's grief burst out instantly as if a floodgate had been opened, and the tears circling in his eyes flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks.

Wen Wan looked at him worriedly and tried to comfort him several times, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

Because... no matter how many words of comfort she said, it was useless. After all, there was no true empathy in the world. So even though she knew that Qiao Tianrui was very sad and upset, she could not sympathize with him after all.

As the saying goes, "It's easier to talk than to feel the pain in your waist." Everyone can say nice things, but after all, you are not the one who is sad. Is it realistic to tell others that it's nothing and that they should not be sad when they are extremely sad?

So let Qiao Tianrui have a good cry and slowly adjust his emotions.

Although it is a bit ugly and a little scary, it can be tolerated if you endure it.

They walked forward quickly. The Qiao family members were probably immersed in grief, so they didn't notice them and just talked to the tombstone.

The distance was a bit far at first, so their words sounded vague, but when I got a little closer, I could hear them clearly.

Tears flowed freely on Qiao's mother's face. She choked and roared, "Qiao Tianrui, you are really great!"

"You've suffered so much, why didn't you ever tell your family?" She covered her chest in grief and then suddenly raised her head, as if she was about to faint.

When Qiao Tianrui saw his mother like this, he subconsciously wanted to go forward to help her. After he floated up, he remembered that he was no longer alive. He stood there for a few seconds, then turned back.

Fortunately, Mr. Qiao was quick to help his wife, otherwise Mrs. Qiao would have fallen to the ground.

But after Qiao's mother regained her balance, she shook off her husband's hand and continued, looking at the tombstone with a frantic look, "Why...why didn't you tell your family?"

"Even though your father and I don't have much talent and have been living as ordinary people for half our lives, if we knew someone was bullying you, we would make that person pay the price, even if it meant risking our lives and even losing everything!"

"But why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you let us bear the burden together?"

When Qiao Tianrui heard what his mother said, tears flowed down his cheeks like a kite with a broken string. He silently lowered his head and covered his mouth tightly with his hands to prevent himself from crying out loud in front of his friends.

Why didn't he say it?

It’s not that he doesn’t want to say it, it’s that he can’t say it!

Fang Cheng is a scumbag with no bottom line. He is cruel and ruthless and is involved in gangs. He can even do things like kidnapping, let alone making several people disappear completely.

So... he absolutely couldn't put his family in danger! He had to ensure the safety of his family and his parents! He couldn't tell anyone!

Home is a warm haven for him, but when the wind and waves outside are too strong and can directly destroy this warm harbor, he must stand in front of the wind and waves to protect his home.

What child from a harmonious family would not want to go home and confide in and seek refuge after being bullied and wronged outside?

But... he couldn't, he could only grit his teeth and bear it himself!

Mother Qiao was already in tears, but she still managed to suppress her discomfort and continued to murmur to the tombstone, "Tianrui, you have been smart and sensible since you were a child."

"Other kids would go home and complain to their parents when they were bullied, but when you were bullied outside, you always found a way to retaliate and never caused any trouble for us."

"But maybe it's because of this that you're used to relying on yourself for everything. But you really don't have to be that sensible. You can rely on your parents."

The more Qiao's mother spoke, the more agitated she became. After covering her mouth and coughing violently for a while, she continued to talk to her deceased son, panting heavily, "I remember I often said this to you before..."

"But when you grew up, you became more sensible. You sent money home and wanted to buy us a house and a car. But I knew that the entertainment industry was not easy to get into, and it wasn't easy for you to make money, so your father and I always refused you."

"But you always insisted on sending us money. In the end, we had no choice but to accept it. But your father and I never spent the money. We have been saving it for you, thinking that if anything happened, we can use it for emergencies."

"You don't like to rely on us, nor do you want to cause us any trouble, so we can only try not to cause you any trouble, and there are some things that we haven't told you."

Wen Wan felt sad listening to this. It is said that "parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run", but children who have always lived in love will repay their parents the same way their parents treat them.

Qiao Tianrui and his parents have always been planning for each other, but they don't want to let each other know their hardships. Love is always mutual.

At this moment, the taciturn father finally spoke from his heart. He sighed and said, "Son! Time flies so fast. It's almost been four years since you left us!"

"For these four years...we haven't come to see you. You won't hate us, will you?"

"No." Qiao Tianrui answered softly with tears in his eyes.

His departure dealt such a heavy blow to his parents, it was normal for them not to want to visit him, so how could they hate him?

Father Qiao's face was full of vicissitudes, and his voice was hoarse as he continued, "Son, are you doing well down there? Have you been reincarnated now? If you have, why didn't you come to us?"

"Are you still hating us? That's why you don't want to come back? Actually, it's normal for you to hate us. It's all because we're too incompetent and can't give you enough sense of security. If we were a little more capable, wouldn't you be less sensible and be willing to rely on us?"

"Or maybe if we had been more careful and noticed your abnormality earlier, would you not have gone down this path?"

Mr. Qiao made two assumptions in a row, which shows how much regret he has.

These words alone made Qiao Tianrui burst into tears and his heart ached, but his father's next words completely broke him down.