With the money and food coupons in the registered letter, although not much, it can at least alleviate the current predicament of the Fu family a little, right?

It should be... enough for them to live well for a while.

Lin Jianxue's fingertips curled slightly and tapped lightly on her knees.

After she resolves the affair between Jiang Yubai and Jiang Yuning, and after she completely escapes from the quagmire of the Jiang family, she will go find Fu Zhawei.

The first thing is to return the priceless jade bracelet to him.

Such a valuable thing did not belong to her in the first place, so she could not take it and had to return it to him personally.

After that...

We'll see later if there's anything else she can do to help.

She remembered clearly that in her previous life, after she died in a nursing home, none of the so-called relatives of the Lin family were willing to come and collect her body. It was Fu Zhewei who silently signed for her and arranged the cremation.

He even found a nice cemetery for her in Kyoto, where land is extremely expensive, and personally placed her ashes there.

On the day of her burial, the sky in Kyoto was gray and a cold drizzle was falling, just like her boring life.

Fu Zhewei stood in front of her small tombstone for a long, long time, leaning on an ebony cane.

Back then, she had been a lonely, unconscious soul, drifting by his side. The knife of time had long since carved the once rebellious young man into a deep and reserved one, his brows etched with traces of weathering. Only those eyes, gazing at the tombstone, remained as deep as a bottomless, cold pond.

Fu Zhewei just stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the black and white photo as if glued to his chest.

She looked at him, the man she had almost forgotten in the corner of her memory, and watched him stretch out his trembling hand, his fingertips gently stroking the black and white photo on the tombstone with an almost pious look.

In the photo, she still looks about ten years old, with two black braids, a clean and bright smile, and the childishness that is unique to that age and is ignorant of the immensity of the world.

That was... before she married Jiang Yubai, before she was involved in those dirty calculations, when her life was still full of infinite possibilities.

"……sorry."

His Adam's apple rolled violently, and his hoarse voice was almost drowned out by the sound of wind and rain:

"Jianxue...I'm late."

A drop of scalding liquid rolled down from his deep eye sockets without warning, hitting the cold tombstone and instantly leaving a small dark mark.

Lin Jianxue subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to catch the tear.

Clearly, she was only in a spiritual state and the sense of touch had long since disappeared, but at that moment, she clearly felt an indescribable burning pain, as if the tear had not fallen on the stone tablet, but was directly imprinted in the depths of her soul.

It was so hot that she almost burned up.

Afterwards, everything in front of my eyes went dark, and my consciousness seemed to be sucked into a huge whirlpool...

When she opened her eyes again, she was back ten years ago, back to 1976 when all the tragedies had not yet happened and everything was still possible to save.

Lin Jianxue always stubbornly believed that she did it to cover up the critical condition.

Not for anything else, just to repay him for the hot tear he shed for her.