Anwan City Bureau entrance.
Wei Zhenguo stood at the somewhat familiar entrance, hesitating for a long time.
Wei Yin held her father's hand with one hand while wiping away unending tears with the other, just like when they went to report her mother's disappearance.
Wei Yin looked up at her father's back, just as she did back then, although he seemed a little more hunched over. She knew her father must be full of tears right now, so she deliberately lagged half a step behind, so he wouldn't have to wipe away his tears and force a smile.
No matter how positive the mindset, it cannot conquer death, because that irreparable loss ignores both spirit and matter, just leaving, moving farther and farther away.
"Old Wei. Wei Yin." Huang Qiangmin came around from the guard post, nodded at Wei Zhenguo and Wei Yin, and then led them through the gate, the three of them walking towards the building.
