C435 Injured by Gunshot Wound

Soong Shiyan, who was dressed in black, stood in front of Soong Qigang's grave for a long time with a solemn expression on her face.

The cemetery was at the mouth of the wind, and the wind was strong, blowing her skirts up. Her hair fluttered in the wind like a clump of soft seaweed.

"Father, I'm sorry. It's been so long since I've come here to see you