Ex-wife, Please Come Back

He couldn't let others see him crying, which would make others think he was hypocritical. No one could understand such grief. He couldn't express his sadness.

Andy's father stood aside. Even though he had been looking at everything calmly, he couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw Jacob wiping tears.

No pathetic feeling could compare with a man's wail. Hearing the voice, Jacob didn't even dare to look back. He was afraid that he couldn't help crying with Andy's father. After all, no one knew what he had experienced.

Looking at scene in front of him, Noah was silent. He just stood quietly behind Jacob. Everything was in his eyes and there was no escape. Since consolation was useless, it was better to bear it silently.

Life is like this. You can cry, but it's useless. Crying won't change anything.

Jacob knew that even if he could pull out the thorn in his heart today, he would not be able to pull out the thorn in Andy's parents' heart.

The guests were shocked by the solemn atmosphere, especially when Andy's father suddenly burst into tears. But Andy's mother had regained her composure.

Since her son's accident, she had been heartbroken every day and finally shed tears. Even now, when she saw her son's body with her own eyes, her eyes were empty and she couldn't cry. She couldn't continue to love him. For this world.

Some people died, but he was still alive. Some people were alive, but he was dead. This was probably a reflection of Andy and his mother.

Noah pushed Jacob around the coffin. Jacob kept his eyes on Andy. He would never see him again, but he would still remember him all the time.

After circling around, Noah pushed Jacob to Andy's father who was crying. Jacob handed him a piece of tissue. Andy's father looked at it, but said nothing. He took the tissue.

was over, but Jacob had overestimated his endurance. He didn't want to escape,

thing. He had attended some people's funeral before, but it had nothing to do with him, so he was not

up at the man in front of him. Although he had never

old man in front of him, Jacob couldn't

cry. His performance today was likely to be seen by paparazzi or malicious people.

it here today. From now on, take me as your son. If you need anything, please tell me and I will do it at any time. Even if I

to understand that we feel sorry for our son. We are 60 years old. When Andy was born, we were not young that time. But now my son passed away.

words were like a soft knife, stabbing into Jacob's

stuck in his throat, and there were thousands of ants biting his throat. He only felt very uncomfortable.

see you. My son said that you are a good person." Andy's father looked at the monochrome in the direction of the

side. The two looked at Andy's portrait side by side. Sad music was playing slowly, affecting

just a narrow circle. Friends, relatives, lovers and so on were a

she didn't increase his or her interest in making new friends. It

didn't even know whether he liked to drink thick tea or light tea in the morning.

remains. Then it was time to bury him. Jacob raised his eyes

the cemetery. Andy was not cremated in the end. Maybe it was too late, maybe

hot, it was time for the smell to

eyes on it. Andy's mother cried as if she was crying, "My son, don't

heartbroken, as if they had eaten a mouthful of moldy peanuts, but they

a person had been sad did he realize that his potential was limited. Only when a person persisted could he know that his