Fang Huilan arrived in Feng City the day before Lin Guanghui's execution.
Accompanying her was a middle-aged man, her current husband, Yang Yuanting.
On the day they arrived, they went directly to the city prison to visit Lin Guanghui.
Because family members were not allowed to be present when prisoners were executed, this was the last time Fang Huilan was able to see Lin Guanghui.
Fang Huilan cried her heart out opposite Lin Guanghui.
"Guanghui, you are so young, so young, and your mother is about to lose you. Waaah, I, an old woman, am sending off my black-haired child."
Lin Guanghui was also in unbearable pain. He had long regretted that he should not have impulsively killed Tong Jiaojiao, and that he should not have succumbed to temptation and mingled with Tong Jiaojiao.
He cried and begged Fang Huilan, "Mom, please save me, please save me! I don't want to die, I want to live! I'm only eighteen, only eighteen! Mom, if I die, you won't have a son anymore. Who will take care of you then? Mom, you can't just watch me get shot!"
Fang Huilan was heartbroken, but powerless to do anything about it.
Before meeting Lin Guanghui, they had already learned about the details of Lin Guanghui's murder case from the local police. Lin Guanghui had already confessed to the murder, and there was no way to change his story.
She cried so hard she couldn't speak, and in her grief she thought of someone: Lin Qingyan.
If Lin Qingyan hadn't sent Lin Guanghui to the countryside, Lin Guanghui wouldn't have come here, wouldn't have met Tong Jiaojiao, and wouldn't have committed murder.
Lin Qingyan, you killed my son, I will never forgive you.
"Guanghui, now that things have come to this, there's nothing more I can do to help you. I've come here to see you off on your final journey. Guanghui, I hope we can be mother and son again in our next life."
"Mom, Mom, you can't abandon me."
Lin Guanghui then looked at Yang Yuanting, who was standing next to Fang Huilan.
"Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang, I know you are very capable, you must save me. I will treat you like my own father, take care of you, and see you off in your old age."
Yang Yuanting was dressed in a black Zhongshan suit and wore black-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly.
He looked at Lin Guanghui with a furrowed brow: "Guanghui, it's not that Uncle Yang is unwilling to help you. Uncle Yang is also heartbroken to see you like this, but Uncle Yang is really powerless to help you."
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