Linghu Qiuchan's eyes were red, her voice choked with emotion:
"It's been decades..."
"It's still here, but mother has already gone."
Fang Zheng patted Linghu Qiuchan on the shoulder, holding her in his arms as his eyes began to glisten with tears.
Not only my mother-in-law,
but also my father-in-law...
After comforting his wife and sending her back to her room to rest, Fang Zheng once again went to the backyard and stood beside Linghu An.
"Time is merciless."
Linghu An gently caressed the rough bark of the Cloud Willow Tree and spoke slowly:
"People of our generation have all passed one by one."
"And now even Ah Xiu..."
"has also gone!"
"Father-in-law." Fang Zheng spoke up:
"Please accept my condolences."
"Condolences?" Linghu An shook his head:
"When you reach my age, you'll understand that everyone will face their day of departure eventually, without exception."
