Chapter 64

My name is Lin Tuotuo, and my formal name is Lin Wang.

My father is Jin Lan.

He’s been a bit crazy lately; in short, everyone around us says my father doesn’t seem quite right in the head.

My grandmother even found him a bunch of psychologists.

But the doctors all say he’s perfectly normal.

Only I know that he really isn’t.

He dug up my mother’s urn.

He keeps it in his bedroom, right by his pillow.

During the day, he acts normal enough—the picture of a refined, elite businessman.

At the office, he’s strategic and cold-blooded.

But the moment night falls, he locks himself in his room, muttering and talking to my mother’s urn.

He’ll chat for the entire night.

Later, I told him everything about my mother and Shen Qi.

He locked himself away for several days again.

When he finally came out, half his hair had turned white.

And he’s not even thirty yet.

Sometimes I ask him, “Dad, aren’t you and that Auntie Li supposed to get engaged? Aren’t you two together?”

He wipes the urn, holding it as if it were a priceless treasure.

“I was lying to your mother. Is that woman even worthy?”

“I wanted to make your mother jealous, but it seems I really did make her angry.”

His voice is raspy, and he looks like he’s aged a dozen years. “Tuotuo.”

“Daddy knows he was wrong.”

“How could she be so heartless? How could she bear to leave us behind?”

When the sun is nice, he carries the urn out to the garden to soak up the rays.

He tilts his head to look at the urn, his face wearing a humble, pleading expression.

“I was wrong.”

“Can you come see me in my dreams?”

“Even if it’s just once…”