Qin Suisui didn't care. In her own opinion, she didn't want her father to go with her to pay respects to her mother and maternal grandparents.
If they were truly alive, they would probably be so angry at Qin's father that they would rise from his grave and slam their fists in fury.
However, she didn't mind if it caused the couple to have a falling out.
Qin's father has always been a good cook, and his breakfasts are always plentiful. He prepares beef, braised dishes, and all sorts of toppings, as well as egg pancakes and soup dumplings.
Having lived in the Qin family for so many years, she had long since learned to accept things calmly, to accept all kinds of injustices, and to accept everything they were willing to give her. She would never act out of loyalty and bring more injustice into her life.
So she enjoyed her meal very much and commented, "My dad's cooking skills are good enough to open a shop and start a business."
This compliment made Qin's father grin from ear to ear.
After breakfast, Qin Suisui took the joss paper and gold ingots she had bought the day before and got into her father's car to head towards Nangang.
The Jiang family was once a prominent family in the southern part of the city, and they had their own cemetery in Nangang.
Jiang's mother was buried in the Jiang family cemetery, right next to her maternal grandparents' graves.
In the past few days, there have been many people visiting graves, and the snow has not covered much of the area. A path has been worn through, and they are able to walk relatively easily.
Looking at the few graves that remained unchanged, Qin Suisui couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.
She knelt before Jiang Ma's grave, burning joss paper while repenting in her heart. Since going abroad, she had not come to burn joss paper at her mother's and maternal grandparents' graves for five years.
A few years ago, she asked Aunt Zeng to burn joss paper for her mother and the others, but she still felt guilty.
Qin Zhen looked somber. He squatted down beside Jiang Hui, burning gold ingots for her. Looking at the still young and beautiful photo on the tombstone, his nose suddenly stung with tears.
He tilted his head back, blinked, and held back his tears. Thinking back on the past, he couldn't help but sigh, perhaps he and Jiang Hui were not suited to be husband and wife.
He used a nearby branch to stir the fire, making the flames burn faster and stronger.
She thought to herself: Huihui, I hope you won't be so domineering in your next life, that you'll find a good man who loves you, have a child as outstanding as Suisui, and live a happy life.
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