Chapter 18

　　For so many years, his cold and hard image has been carried through the hearts of the people, and he has always believed that ridiculous things like crying will never happen to him. 　　But the moist corners of his eyes, as well as the crystal-clear tears that slid out, scattered and fell on the open space in front of the tombstone. 　　The sight in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. He arched his back and looked like a child who had lost his beloved. He leaned against the tombstone in embarrassment and started sobbing. 　　Jeffrey was afraid that Maureen would be lonely if he leaves her. So on the second day, he asked him to rush to work and build a small farmyard 20 meters north of the place. 　　When the winter solstice came, Jeffrey went to Maureen's grave and burned a lot of paper money. When he was alive, he didn't let her live a good life. When she died, he naturally hoped that she would not lack these extraneous things in another worl