Su Li's throat was exceptionally dry, and she stared blankly at the box of ashes in her hands, somewhat dazed and unclear for a moment.
Just a few days ago, she could still see his voice and smile, but now there was only a box of ashes left.
Someone who has never experienced warmth is actually the warmest person in this world.
For a moment, Su Li didn't know how to respond.
"Mama, let's not leave Uncle King here alone!" Tuanzi, who had already been sobbing, rushed over and said.
Su Li looked deeply at the urn resting in her palms, her throat dry as she said, "Then let's... take him with us."
This world is too cold; Feng Ciye will never experience true warmth, even though she is the light he was always chasing.
They couldn't leave him in this place that would remain forever cold.
Xiao Heng was shocked and asked, "Not going to bury him?"
