Yang Sheng knelt quietly in front of his father's grave, with too many words piled up in his heart. Every time he encountered such a situation, he would always imagine in his mind what his father would say and what he would do if he were still alive.
He has really tried hard to be like his father.
"elder brother..."
Hearing Yang Ling's voice, Yang Sheng took a deep breath and silently wiped the blood off the back of his hand. Although he did not look back, his tone was calm and gentle.
"What's wrong?"
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