C47 Years

He got up and slowly walked to the French window. Unexpectedly, his heart was empty, and his mind couldn't help but flash across that delicate and aggrieved face, and that little person, calling out to his father in his sleep.

For a while, he really thought that it was good for the three of them to live like this, but he didn't have that kind of life.

Li Jingzhi hated him