"Mom, I know why you made me pretend for three years. You were worried about the family's persecution. You said that I was gifted and would become a great person, but without power and influence, I couldn't stand up to them. If I showed any talent, they would surely try to kill me, so we pretended to be useless.",Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,Lin Weiwei slightly tilted her head, her voice gradually turning cold.。