A strong wind suddenly arose in the middle of the night...

News came from Yangon Special Prison that prisoner No. 00286 committed suicide in his cell in the middle of the night. He stabbed his heart with a spoon that had been sharpened to an extremely sharp point. When he was found, he was already dead.

The military ordered the body to be cremated. When the government's special investigation team came to perform an autopsy, the military handed over a pile of ashes. Both sides blamed each other, and the matter ended up in vain.

…

When Han Yingna received her husband's ashes at the hotel, she fainted immediately. When she woke up, she was already on a fishing boat.

"Are you awake?" the dark-faced and thin Burmese fisherman asked with a smile.

"Why am I here?" Han Yingna struggled to sit up.

"Nana--" The narrow cabin suddenly became dark, and a tall man at the door walked in with his back bent.

Han Yingna thought she was hallucinating. She looked at the man sitting beside her bed, opening her mouth, not knowing what to ask.

The fisherwoman smiled and left, leaving the space to the young couple.

"It was Brother Long. He released me." Ling Dao explained, "There was someone with Brother Long in the prison. I brought him a message saying I had a son and wanted to go see him. He released me."

"Then...then..." Han Yingna had not yet recovered from her shock. She had so many questions to ask, but she didn't know where to start.

"Don't worry, Brother Long is not a businessman. He is just being righteous. He wants to thank us for taking care of his wife and children for three years. He knows everything in his heart."

The woman on the bed burst into tears. "I told you, good people will be rewarded. We must be good people in the future..."

The man's heart was torn apart. If being a good person could save his wife's life, he would be willing to shave his head and practice Buddhism in a temple for the rest of his life. However, the doctor had already given her a death sentence.

But it doesn’t matter, Nana, your husband will accompany you for every remaining day.

…

Haohao and Lingji were taken by Sang Wu to a small village in Thailand. When the couple went there, Haohao was feeding his younger brother.

"Son." Ling Dao walked into the yard and spoke while suppressing his emotions.

"Dad..." Ling Yuhao's eyes lit up instantly when he saw his father whom he hadn't seen for many days. He stuffed the bottle of milk to his brother lying on the bed and threw himself into Ling Dao's arms, "Dad..."

The young boy already understood everything. He thought that he didn't know when he would see his father again in this life, but he didn't expect...

At this time, Ling Ji, who was lying on the bed, choked on some milk and suddenly started crying. Han Yingna hurried over, picked up her little son and patted his back.

"Let me do it."

In fact, although Han Yingna gave birth to Haohao, she did not have as much experience in taking care of children as her husband. When Haohao was a child, Ling Dao took care of him every night, and Han Yingna was only responsible for sleeping.

Ling Ji was held in his father's arms. After drinking milk, he kept looking at Ling Dao's face without crying.

Ling Dao held his youngest son in his arms and urged his wife, who was tired from the journey, to go to the room to rest, and then he called Ling Yuhao to his side.

"Son, you took good care of mom and brother when dad was away. Good son, dad is proud of you."

Ling Yuhao pursed his lips and said, "This is what I should do, Dad. I know that without you, there would be no me."

As soon as the eldest son said this, the man opposite him changed his expression a little, "Haohao——"

"Dad, I'm grown up now. I'm not a child anymore. I have my own judgment. My brother's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to yours. I don't look like you or mom at all. But every time my godfather took me out of the island, people would think we were father and son and say I looked like him. Is this normal?"

Ling Yuhao sniffed and wiped his tears, "Dad, he didn't recognize me. You raised me, so you are my dad."

"Good boy," Ling Dao didn't expect that after just over a year, the child had changed so much, his mind becoming more delicate and profound.

Is this good or bad for him?

As a father, he would rather he knew nothing and still be the little boy who fished and caught shrimps every day and fought with Ba Chuang.

"Haohao." Ling Dao pondered for a moment, "You have always been my biological son, Ling Dao. In fact, you are very similar to me, but you just don't know it."

Even Han Yingna often complained that her son had almost the same bad temper as him. He kept everything in his heart and once he made up his mind about something, he would never look back.

The little boy pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Haohao, this is for you." Ling Dao took out a knife. "No matter what happens to your family in the future, just take this knife and go to Yangon to find a man named Cha Dunbiao. When he sees this, he will definitely help you."

"Dad," Ling Yuhao recognized this knife. It was not big, only the size of his palm, but it looked very unique, like a crescent moon. There was an eagle shape carved on the handle. This was the knife that his father never left.

"This card contains the money your father has saved for you over the years. You must carry it with you, just like this knife. You must never leave it."

A beast that licks blood on the tip of a knife is sometimes extremely sensitive to storms. Being able to come back in person to see his two children, accompany his wife on her last journey, and arrange the children's future, for him, this life has no regrets.

Han Yingna lay in bed for three whole days before she felt a little more energetic. Now, she spends most of the day sleeping. She doesn't want her husband and children to see her pain, so she always secretly takes a lot of painkillers with sleeping pills.

"Adao, I feel much better today. Let's leave quickly tomorrow." This time when he woke up, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Ling Dao put his little son on the bedside, took the prepared porridge, and fed his wife while saying,

"Don't worry, Nana. Rest for a few more days. We'll set off when you feel better."

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