They, unable to resist, could only leave and hide, until the day their strength allowed them to stand here openly and return.
Three days later, the young Yang Feng returned, holding a pottery jar wrapped in a splendid red ribbon.
He wore mourning clothes, his eyes red, clearly sleep had escaped him these past days.
"Shiqi, could you give me that beautiful box?" Yang Feng asked Luo Qianqian, "I want to take him to see the world once more."
Luo Qianqian looked dazed, a beautiful box? What beautiful box? Did she take out any beautiful box?
After a long silence, she stared blankly at Yang Feng, pulling out her sports water bottle: "Could it be this..."
The transparent plastic water bottle had a pink design, filled with bright, colorful liquid inside.
She only used the bottle to mix drinks.
"Yes." Yang Feng nodded slightly.
Luo Qianqian hesitated as she looked at the pottery jar wrapped in red ribbon in front of her: "Do you want it to hold ashes?"
