Han Jifeng stopped looking at his friends' social media.
In the bedroom, the light from the floor lamp was dim as he got up and walked to the desk. He picked up the report, but his eyes lingered on the word "file" stamped on the leather pouch.
A scene from his dream once again surfaced in his mind.
It was when he was on his way to the Ministry of Justice and realized he had left a document at home. Returning, he stumbled upon a scene: Lai Shengxia and Lai Yuaner were sitting on the second-floor terrace, knitting sweaters together, unaware of his presence in the hallway. Bathed in the early autumn morning sunlight, the sisters chatted comfortably.
"Really, my brother-in-law, that illegitimate daughter has been dead for so many years, why does he still think about repairing her grave? I think, like her mother, her ashes should just return to the dust, and save everyone the trouble."
