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Zhou Zian did not give up but brought vegetables and fruits daily to apologize to me and my son.

I wouldn't open the door for him, so he left the things at the doorstep, and I would without hesitation distribute them to the neighbors.

He also bought new stationery and toys for my son, but my son pushed them away:

"Uncle, you'd better take care of Aunt's daughter; I really like the old schoolbag mom sewed for me."

Saying that, he lovingly touched the patched-up schoolbag and happily skipped to school.

Zhou Zian watched his son's back and couldn't help but recall those three years when I was mourning for him, everyone had told my son that his father was dead, yet my son couldn't change his address, warmly calling out to his father every day, with a look of admiration that couldn't be hidden.

He kept correcting his son's terms tirelessly to avoid exposing the truth of his fake death.