Turning around, Wei Ying looked at her father’s corpse and, after her gaze lingered on it for a long while, a tear flowed down from the corner of her eyes. She began reciting, “See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy. Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion. Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less. Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine… ” Wei Ying clasped her father’s cold hands tightly, “… no discarding, nor departure!”
At this moment, many people burst into tears!
This included the people present, as well as the audience in front of their televisions!