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He Chen slowly crouched down, covering his face tightly with both hands, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Tears flowed like a flood bursting through a dam, streaming down his cheeks, dripping onto his chest, soaking a large part of his shirt.
Only now did he realize that it was he himself who had taken away his daughter's life-saving money!
The diary slipped from his fingers, and he seemed to lose all strength, collapsing to the ground.
Regret submerged him like a tidal wave, his heart felt as though it was being torn apart, the pain making it difficult to breathe.
Each word seemed to turn into a tangible hammer, pounding his soul repeatedly.
He tried calling me again.
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After burying Yuanyuan, I sat quietly beside the tombstone, just wanting to spend more time with my daughter.
I feared she would be lonely here by herself.
I carved my name onto Yuanyuan's tombstone.