She suddenly laughed softly, clutching the will tightly in her hand, unable to stop laughing.

As she laughed, the bitter taste on her lips became unbearable, her thin eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes were red.

An indescribable feeling spread in my heart.

It was obvious that she was not Grandpa's biological granddaughter, and it was obvious that Ji Pengfei and his family of three were Grandpa's real family.

But, Grandpa left the Ji family kingdom to her...

Apart from this pile of papers, there is a not very thick book at the bottom, which is a collection of poems.

[Look forward to a new moment of enlightenment with deep humility and patience.]

[There is no such thing as victory. Holding on means everything.]

It's a poem by Rilke.

I casually opened the book and a photo inside caught my eye.

Ji Zhinan was stunned for a moment.

There are three people in the photo. Judging from the background of their photo, it should be taken in a park or something like that. The scenery is nice. A young and handsome man is dressed formally. His tall nose is exquisite and flawless. He is holding a very beautiful girl with his right hand.

He didn't look at the camera, but focused his attention on the girl, his sexy thin lips slightly curled, and his eyes were full of love.

The girl in his arms was wearing a beautiful long dress and her hair was tied into two pigtails. She looked a little playful. She tilted her head slightly and leaned on the man's shoulder, looking forward with a smile, her eyes full of happiness. Her smile was very healing, making people feel suddenly enlightened.

Standing next to them was a middle-aged man who was dressed neatly and looked much older than them.

The middle-aged man put his hands in front of him, a very standard butler gesture, and smiled happily when facing the camera.

From his eyebrows and eyes, one can vaguely tell that the middle-aged man is Mr. Ji when he was young.

And that young couple is...

Looking at the man's well-defined facial features and the girl's beautiful and lively eyes, Ji Zhinan was stunned.

After searching for so long, this was the first time she saw what her parents really looked like.

So this is what they look like.

Gu Yibei looked at the back of the photo and said, "There are words on the back."

Ji Zhinan immediately turned the photo over. There were words written in pen on the back of the photo. Just by looking at the beautiful handwriting, one could guess that the person who wrote these words must be as handsome as his handwriting.

【Van Gogh once said something like a poem】

This is the first line of text.

[Everyone has a fire in their heart, but passers-by only see smoke.

But there is always someone, there is always someone who can see this fire, and then come over and stay with me.

I saw his passion in the crowd, and then I walked towards him quickly, fearing that if I was any slower he would be buried in the dust of time.

I walked out of breath with my passion, my indifference, my violence, my gentleness, and my unreasonable belief in love.

I stammered and said to him: What's your name?

It all started with your name, and then everything happened.

…………

Ji Zhinan took the things in the safe back to Jiujin Platinum Palace and headed straight for the side fort.

Sitting in front of Mr. Ji's hospital bed, looking at the thin old man, Ji Zhinan was overly silent.

She lowered her head, her long hair hanging down, blocking her light.

"Everyone has a fire in their heart, but passers-by only see the smoke..."

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Zhinan suddenly blurted out this sentence.

She looked up, looked at the old man's face, and continued to recite the words on the back of the photo.