When the queen became a rich wife

Chapter 1107 I'm Sorry You

After picking out the flowers, the father and daughter went to the cemetery. It was already evening, but the air was still hot and there were many people coming to the cemetery.

"Father, talk to mother, I'll wait for you over there." Rong Dai watched An Zhedong put down the flowers, holding the prickly pear in her hand.

An Zhedong nodded, squatting halfway in front of An Feiya's tombstone, he became even older in an instant.

Rong Dai hugged the prickly pear and walked to the chair under the shade of the tree to sit, watching An Zhedong from a distance, talking nonsense, but Rong Dai could clearly see the expression on his face.

Pain, remorse, and guilt are intertwined, as complicated as a big dye vat.

Looking at An Zhedong's action of wiping tears, Rong Dai's heart felt a little sour. She knew about An Zhedong and An Feiya's affairs from her elder sister. Although they were not related by blood, the world would not allow it.

An Zhedong stayed in front of An Feiya's tombstone for a full two hours before standing up, perhaps because he squatted for too long, his legs and feet were numb, and when he stood up, Dai Rong saw him swaying.

"Your mother suffered a lot." An Zhedong walked to her side and sat down, his eyes still looking at An Feiya's tombstone, his voice was deep and mournful.

Rong Dai nodded her head and said "Yes", being entangled by a crazy woman like Zuo Ran, An Feiya couldn't live in peace until she died, can she not suffer?

"It's my fault. If I had had more courage and walked with your mother, I wouldn't be like this now, with yin and yang separated..."

An Zhedong burst into tears suddenly, Rong Dai was startled, and turned to look at the regretful old man next to him, his temples were actually white, but because of dyed hair, when she saw him for the first time, I always feel that he is just a middle-aged man in his early forties.

But looking at him today, he is already over half a hundred years old, his temples are graying, the years are not forgiving, and he is also old.

Rong Dai pursed her lips, put the prickly pear aside, and raised her hand to pat him on the shoulder: "It's okay, my mother gave birth to me, and she is content with having a father who loves her once."

An Zhedong cried very sadly, and Rong Dai stopped comforting him, and patted him on the shoulder every now and then, quietly waiting for him to recover.

It took a long time for An Zhedong to calm down, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears. His hair, which was usually meticulously combed, was a little messy, and his expression looked old.

On the way back, the father and daughter, An Zhedong told her a lot about An Feiya's stay in the An family. If it wasn't because she loved the wrong person, An Feiya might have a different career now.

It's just a pity that there is no if, Rong Dai was worried that he was in a bad mood, so she had dinner with him, the father and daughter went to see a movie, and when they passed by the amusement park, An Zhedong took her to play around for the first time .

"If I had had more courage back then, I would have fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. You and your mother have suffered a lot these years. It is my father who is sorry for you."

After eating, drinking and having fun, the father and daughter sat on the park chairs, An Zhedong held the cotton candy in his hand, and he never stopped talking after he came out of the cemetery.

Rong Dai lowered her head and ate the marshmallow, feeling the sweetness that pierced her heart, she always felt very different, she didn't speak, and quietly listened to what An Zhedong said.

After eating the marshmallows and listening to what An Zhedong had to say, the father and daughter left the park together, Rong Dai sent him back to the hotel where he was staying, and Mingxin drove over to pick her up.

"What's wrong? Are you so depressed?"

Seeing that she was not in a high mood, Ming Xin couldn't help asking.

(End of this chapter)