Old Zhao let out a long sigh. Without trying to hide anything, he simply said, "Two months after you left, Xinghua received a letter saying that you were already gone, and told her not to wait for you anymore... then Xinghua, in a moment of despair, committed suicide...
She's buried in Sanliwa. The inspection team's route just happens to pass by there, so when the time comes, stop the car and take a look at her grave. After all, she died for you, yet here you are, alive and well.
How could Mr. Qian not hate you? He's resented you for so many years.
I really don't know why you would come back, especially since you're clearly not dead. Why couldn't you make even a single phone call? Even if you didn't call, it would have been nice to write a letter.
Xinghua, such a good woman, it's truly a pity..." By the end, even Old Zhao's voice was choked with emotion.