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"Mo Fengya, even if you don't accept his apology, let him go. Your mother must have been waiting for this apology for many years."

If he can't forgive his father, he will be the only one who will suffer in his life. Mr. Mayfair will not suffer any more when he dies, but he can only bear these pains all the time when he lives.

She really didn't hope that he would feel sorry when he thought about these things in the future.

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Mo Fengya's mother is buried in a picturesque valley. Not far away is the manor where Mo Fengya lived when he was a child[

The grass on the grassland is desolate, and there are many Persian chrysanthemums planted in the valley. They are swaying with the wind, facing the blue sky and white clouds, which is very beautiful.

Among the flowers is a simple tombstone, engraved with German and Chinese epitaphs, inlaid with a picture of a young woman with a sad face.

Very beautiful but lack of vitality, we can see that her life must have been very unhappy.

Mo Fengya changed into a black solemn suit and stood in front of the tombstone. His face and eyes became as gentle as water.

Ye Chuqing looks at him in surprise. It's hard to imagine that this person can show this kind of gentle expression.

How happy it is to be seen by him like this.

He took out a clean handkerchief from his suit, knelt down in front of the tomb, quietly wiping the dust on the tombstone.

Mr. Mayfair was held by someone. He looked at the person on the tombstone for a long time. His muddy eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke. It was hard to see what he was thinking.

Slowly, he pushed aside the nurse and knelt in front of the tombstone.

The hand that Mo Feng Ya wipes is stiff.

"I'm sorry, Fu Yu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." the old man looked at the photo on the tombstone and suddenly burst into tears.

He stroked the picture on the tombstone, filled with remorse and pain, trying to say something sorry.

But all I said was that I was sorry all the time, which made me sad.

Everyone was silent, even the eagle purgatory, who had always been dissatisfied with Mr. Mayfair, were relieved.

Although Mo Feng Ya's expression is still light, at least he no longer shows obvious hostility.

Then Mr. Mayfair sat in front of the tombstone, talking about the past, sentimental.