On the day of the funeral, the weather was a bit stifling.
In the hearse, Su Xiaomeng held Yin Shixiu's portrait, while Shuangshuang and Huang Huang sat beside her with vacant expressions.
The siblings held each other's hands tightly, not saying a word.
For the past few days, Yin Meng and Shan Minglang had been comforting the two children, telling them that Dad was going to a very far place, a beautiful and serene place...
They used every beautiful word they could think of to describe that place nobody knows.
They tried every possible way to explain "death."
Even if it was just a white lie for another day, it would still be good.
The severed arm was sent for cremation, and Su Xiaomeng stood by, holding Shuangshuang with one hand and Huang Huang with the other.
Perhaps children shouldn't witness such a scene...
But Su Xiaomeng thought, when her husband was leaving, how could the children not say goodbye?
