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If you believe in fate, then all chance is fate; if you do not believe in fate, then all fate is chance.

He had never thought about fate before. Perhaps it was because people gradually matured. Many things were no longer so demanding, so he had given up all of them to fate.

No one knows whether something in their lives is destined or accidental, but since it has appeared, they nod their heads. But some things can't be faked. Don't frame yourself.

It was a bustling night. The beach was quiet and quiet. A villa was built near a mountain, next to the sea.

Cao Jia stood by the sea with the wind blowing against her face. Even though the sea breeze was blowing against her face, she was unable to hide her beautiful smile. As the saying goes, one day goes without saying. Just now, Cao Jia and Zhang Jun had talked on the phone and the two of them had been complaining about their love affair. They only stopped when their phone was out of battery.

Staring at the distant sky, Cao Jia was at a loss. Was it really possible for them to walk all the way to the end? She wasn't sure, and she didn't dare jump to conclusions, but in any case, she still believed that as long as they truly loved each other, there was a future. The future might be far away for them, but as long as their hearts were together, the future would be very close.

Cao Jia's thoughts were in a mess as she suddenly thought of the unmasked Zhang Song. Once she thought of him, a light flashed across her eyes. She organized her emotions and turned around to head to the only villa.

When Cao Jia returned home, her parents were watching TV in the living room. She jumped into her mother's embrace, staring at her majestic body. After looking at it for a long time, he asked hesitantly, "Dad, can I ask you a question?"

Cao Gongde, who was watching TV, saw his precious daughter talking to him. He looked away from the screen and turned to his daughter, smiling. "Oh, I wonder what question my precious daughter would like to ask me?"

Hearing her father's affirmation, Cao Jia immediately broke away from her mother's embrace. She took out a photo from her pocket and handed it to her father.

She knew that her grandfather knew the boy in the photo and just didn't want to tell her about it, so it wasn't appropriate for her to ask him about it. However, during the last two days of the New Year, her family had been very busy, and her father had been busy with social events, so she had forgotten about this matter until the evening when she remembered that there had been another incident, which led to the scene.

Cao Gongde smiled and took the photo from Cao Jia. When he saw the person in the photo, his entire body shook. His facial expression froze and his body turned into stone. He stared at the boy in the photo and thought: "It's too similar. It's carved out of the same mold. Even the smile and the eyes are similar. The temperament is exactly the same. It's the same from when he was young."

When Cao Jia saw the shocked expression on her father's face, she knew that he must have known about this boy just like her grandfather. However, she was curious as to why her grandfather and father were so old.

Zhang Yu, who was sitting quietly at the side, also noticed the change in her husband. She was curious as to why a single photo could cause such a huge change. Hence, she took the photo that Cao Gongde was holding in his hand. When she saw the photo, her expression of shock was no less than that of her husband, who had accompanied her for so many years. She muttered in her heart: "Is this true? Is this him? If it wasn't him, then who was the person in the photo? How could it be so similar? "Could it be?" At this moment, Zhang Yu's mind was in a mess. She was truly confused and at a loss for words.

The moon was hazy, but the clouds were thin. The weak moonlight shone through the window into the dark room.

There was no light in the room, only the candle that fluttered in the wind. The faint candlelight seemed to fill every corner of the room, giving off a gloomy and terrifying feeling. However, if you looked closely, you would find that somewhere in the room, a person was sitting there, but it was impossible to tell his gender.

The mysterious person in the darkness didn't say a single word as he quietly sat there. Just by casually sitting there, he gave off a feeling of suffocating despair, like a death god, causing people to tremble in fear.

After a long while, the mysterious man finally moved. His hand moved back and forth on the table as if he was looking at something. After a while, the mysterious man slowly stood up and waved his right hand.

Cao Jia didn't expect her mother to be even more shocked than her father when she saw the photo. She was at a loss. Could it be that even her mother knew Zhang Song? Impossible, why does everyone in my family know him, but I don't. This doesn't make sense. Cao Jia couldn't understand what was going on, so she was even more anxious to know the answer.

A small voice suddenly sounded out, "Dad, mom, what's going on?" Cao Jia did not understand why a single photo could cause such a huge reaction from her parents. Seeing that her parents were still in shock, she could only open her mouth and pull them back to reality.

Cao Jia's words were like a bolt out of the blue, pulling Cao Gongde and Zhang Yu back into reality. However, before the two of them could regain their senses, Cao Gongde murmured, "The likeness, the likeness, is really too similar." He didn't forget to nod his head.

Zhang Yu, who was at the side, also chimed in: "It's really so similar. It's exactly the same. It's been so many years, and he's grown up."

Cao Jia saw her parents speak incoherently, but she didn't understand what they were saying. "Whom, who do you think you are?" Who did he look like? Could it be the son of an old friend of his parents? But his parents' friends all knew each other. None of them looked like him. Cao Jia was about to ask something, but her father beat her to it. He stared at her with burning eyes and asked urgently, "Xiao Jia, where did you get this photo?"

"I got this from a friend." Cao Jia said in detail.

Zhang Yu took over Cao Jia's words and asked curiously, "Friend?" What kind of friend? "Why did you bring this picture back?"

Cao Jia explained, "Aiya, I'm a classmate of my school, as for why I want this photo, honestly speaking, I don't know myself. When I first saw this photo, I felt that I was very familiar with the boy in the photo, that feeling was very subtle, it came from the resonance of blood, a call from the depths of my soul, so I asked her to take this photo and came back to ask if he was a friend of our family. Seeing your shocked expressions, I got the feeling right. You must know him, don't you? "

When Cao Gongde heard his precious daughter's words, he muttered: "The resonance from the blood, the call from the depths of the soul. "Could this be heaven's will?" Cao Gongde sighed to the sky. He sighed heavily and turned his gaze to Cao Jia. His eyebrows were flickering and he did not know whether he should tell all of this to his daughter. Yes, he had not decided yet, or perhaps he was not ready.

His wife, seeing Cao Gongde's conflicted expression, kept patting his trembling hands and consoled him, "Maybe it's time to uncover the truth."

Cao Gongde looked at his beloved wife and saw the love hidden in her eyes. He forced himself to smile at his wife and let out a long breath before he said, "Yes, it has been sixteen years. It has been sixteen years. It is time to remove its original veil."

Cao Jia looked at her parents in front of her as if they were making some important decision. She knew that the next thing she wanted to hear was a sixteen year old secret buried in their hearts. She was looking forward to it, slightly nervous, and holding her breath, waiting for her father to reveal the sixteen year old secret.

Cao Gongde sat upright, cleared his throat and said faintly, "Little Jia, do you know how many children your grandfather has?"

Just when Cao Gongde asked his daughter, Zhang Yu, who was sitting at the side, was touched by Cao Gongde's words. Thinking of the past, thinking of the person who had passed away, she unconsciously shed a silent tear. Tears blurred Zhang Yu's eyes, and she silently cried. At this moment, she was as fragile as a child. She was heartbroken, and her body swayed, almost falling to the ground.

When Cao Jia, who had been holding her breath, heard her father's question, it was her turn to be shocked. She didn't understand why her father would ask such a question. Do you have other children? Looking at her mother's sad tears, could it be that her mother really had other siblings? But … why had he never seen or heard his elders talk about it? What was going on?

Cao Jia did not answer, nor did she know how to reply. She could only stare blankly at her father. At the side, Cao Gongde didn't try to comfort his wife, who was still crying bitterly. She was crying, crying, maybe she was in a better mood, or at least it was better than not having anything to vent in her heart. She remembered how many times she had quietly cried alone, while he could not see her; how many times she had woken up in his dreams; how many times she had refused to leave the tips of her fingers as she looked through the past; how many times she had dreamed at midnight in an attempt to recover the years that had passed. However, all of that was irreparable. Looking at the ice-cold corpse, her world had collapsed. The person she respected and worshipped could no longer be found, leaving behind only dirt. If, if there really was a cycle of reincarnation in the world, could he rewrite history and redeem that person who had passed away?