The evening breeze was slightly cool, and Ye Tianxin slowly climbed up the steps.

In Lang Garden, there was silence, and the street lamps were hidden in the shadow of a whirling tree.

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Ye Tianxin stood on a high place in Lang Garden. She watched Li Qingcang's car slowly leave from the mountain road.

After she stayed in place quietly for a long time, she went to Lang Garden's garage.

In the garage, several cars were randomly parked. Ye Tianxin took out a car key from the drawer on the side.

Ye Tianxin got into the driver's seat of the car and tried to start the car.

Having not driven for a long time, Ye Tianxin felt that the palm of her hand holding the steering wheel was full of cold sweat.

When the car drove out of the garage, the butler Uncle He was the first to find out, and he quickly called Xie Xuning.

"Mister, Miss Li seems to be a little unhappy with Young Master Li, and she is driving out now.

Ye Tianxin, who was focusing on driving, didn't know at all that her whereabouts had been reported to Xie Xuning by Uncle He.

In this day, GPS wasn't widespread yet. Ye Tianxin drove the car to the parking lot of the cemetery almost entirely from memory.

There was no one in the cemetery at night.

It was gloomy and extremely terrifying.

The street lights illuminated the tombstones.

From time to time, there were wild dogs coming out from behind the tombstone.

Ye Tianxin's heart felt very, very nervous.

She kept feeling as if someone was following her behind her, but when she turned around, there was no one behind her.

Ye Tianxin came to the tombstone with no words. She took out a paper towel and gently wiped the dust on the tombstone.

She wiped it very intently. The dim street lamp shone on her face, and her face appeared to have a sense of gentleness unique to girls.

"Xiao Jin, mother came to see you."

Ye Tianxin sat down in front of the tombstone with no words.

"Xiao Jin, I just found out tonight that you weren't really his son. I'm sorry, Xiao Jin. I was such a fool."

As she talked, Ye Tianxin's tears fell drop by drop.

Sadness spread everywhere, and her tears fell drop by drop on the floor in front of the tombstone.

"You look exactly the same as your father did when he was young."

Ye Tianxin took out the photo of Li Qingcang sitting in front of the piano playing when he was a child, and she made the photo face the tombstone.

"Xiao Jin, look, don't you two look exactly the same? But Xiao Jin, mother really doesn't know what happened back then. The more I find out now about the past, the more I can't understand why. Why did they want to change my life? Xiao Jin, mother misses you so much, mother really wants to hug you."

Ye Tianxin reached out her hand and haphazardly wiped the tears from her face. She knew that there would be no other people in the cemetery at this time, so she didn't have to worry about her secret being known.

She could cry here as much as she wanted, and miss Xiao Jin here...

"Xiao Jin, do you know? Every day since I woke up, I have been thinking of you. Your cute appearance has always been deeply imprinted in my mind. Whenever I think of you, I keep wishing I had a knife to stab myself to death with. I couldn't protect you, and my inability to judge people's character caused your death..."

Ye Tianxin's voice was blown by the wind, and it floated far, far.

Until it disappeared.

"Xiao Jin, your mom has a father, my own father. Xiao Jin, you also have a father. Although he has never known that you existed, he will love you. He wouldn't hit you just because you broke something. He would hold you as he tells you a story. He would lift you high, and he would let you know that you are the luckiest little angel in the world..."