Chapter 855: Tombstone

"No."

Mr. Su quickly dismissed his own thought.

He knew better than anyone what kind of person Fengfeng was; once she promised him something, she wouldn’t fail to do it.

However, he did wish that if Fengfeng encountered danger or any other trouble, she would forget their vows and just stay alive.

All he wanted was for her to live well.

Mr. Su scrutinized the man before him again, noticing that his eyes resembled Fengfeng’s somewhat.

Could it really be true?

"Isn’t there a photo of her at home?" Su Ziqiao asked.

Grandfather waited so many years in hope. Now, with such news, seeing Mr. Su’s distress made Su Ziqiao’s heart ache.

"We were too poor to afford photographs," the man said with a smile.

Indeed, even though the family’s situation had improved a bit now, they still hadn’t taken any photos.

"May I take a look at her room?" Mr. Su asked.

"This way." The man nodded, leading them to a house beside the main building.

The room was neatly organized, with everything arranged in an orderly manner, somewhat similar to Tian Wanfeng’s character.

Even after marrying him, and no matter how small the house was, she would always keep it tidy and orderly.

"Wait, this item..." Suddenly, Mr. Su asked with trembling voice, staring at something on the table.

"This was my mother’s item before she passed away. She always shed tears quietly in front of it," the man said. "Do you know what it is?"

How could he not know!

This was the pocket she embroidered for him.

When he left, the pocket was not yet finished.

Although it was completed now, he still recognized the upper part as the same half-pocket from back then.

Decades had passed. Perhaps because people frequently took it out to look at, its edges were frayed, but the patterns remained etched in his heart.

If, before, Mr. Su still had some doubts that this wasn’t real, now, with the pocket in his hands, he couldn’t help but believe it.

"Let me... take me to see him." Mr. Su said nearly choking with sobs, "Can I take this pocket with me?"

"Well..." The man hesitated for a moment, "Alright."

Though from the countryside, he was clearly well-educated.

It was just her way.

Mr. Su’s heart felt even more pained, "How did she... how did she pass away?"

"She passed away from illness," the man said flatly, "We called a doctor to see her, said she had a knot in her heart."

A knot in her heart!

Tears flowed uncontrollably from Mr. Su’s eyes as he held the pocket tightly, "Fengfeng, it was I who wronged you."

It should have been him to die.

Why did it have to be his Fengfeng?

"If you had come sooner, you might have been able to see her," the man continued as if he hadn’t noticed Mr. Su’s sorrow, "She only passed away half a year ago."

"She hung onto life with medication, just refusing to close her eyes, and suffered quite a lot."

Why didn’t she want to close her eyes?

This question no longer required an answer, as Mr. Su burst into unrestrained sobs.

Fengfeng, I’m so sorry.

Mr. Su lay atop the grave, crying uncontrollably.

Yet no matter how heartbroken he was, he couldn’t bring Tian Wanfeng back to life.

If he could, he truly wished to exchange his own life for Tian Wanfeng’s.

Mr. Su supported himself against the tombstone and asked the man, "Did you erect this tombstone?"

The man nodded.