Li Yuan got out of the car, carrying a bottle of Maotai, a lighter, a pack of Zhonghua Cigarettes, and the fruit he had bought—apples, bananas, and oranges.
He held Xia Zhijin's hand and walked silently to the side of the road.
The retaining wall on this mountain road showed clear signs of being repaired with concrete. Exposed to the wind and sun over the years, it was now covered with moss.
Her eyes red, Xia Zhijin arrived at the site of her parents' accident. She fell to her knees with a thud and kowtowed three times, tears streaming ceaselessly down her face.
"Dad, Mom, your daughter has come to see you," she murmured. "Ningning and I are both doing very well."
