A month later, the Gu family announced to the public that Gu Qingyu had succumbed to a sudden illness and passed away.

With white hair seeing off black hair, the funeral was both low-key and solemn.

Contrary to traditional customs, my father-in-law insisted on attending his son's funeral throughout the entire process.

I was there, witnessing with my own eyes. When the first clod of soil fell on the coffin, he went mad, trying to rush forward.

This is the kind of relationship that should exist between parents and children, right?

Like my parents, and mother-in-law, they are the exceptions.

In this situation, I am a bit envious of Gu Qingyu. For his journey in this world, encountering a father who loves him like this, it was worth it.