Ling Tianyou didn't know how long he had been looking at the photos before he finally set them aside and picked up the letter that had been sitting next to him, and began to read.
Although some of the words had blurred over time, he could still make sense of them by connecting the context.
"Weiwei, my beloved daughter, perhaps when you see these letters, your mother will already be in the sky. All along, I have felt sorry towards you. If I hadn't acted impulsively back then to be with that man, you wouldn't have been born into such hardship. Mother is useless and couldn't give you a good life... You must grow up well. Don't go to that restaurant anymore; I've asked Aunt Li next door to take care of you. Here's some money, saved by your mother, which should be enough to get you through junior high school. Weiwei, mother can't bear to leave you... What will you do when I'm gone?"
At this point, the letter was already damp, and even now, it bore the traces of tears.
