In the wet hazy morning mist, Luo Yi held a bunch of white snow chrysanthemums, and Mu Danchen walked up the stairs between the eighty-one steps of Qingyun Mountain. Their faces could not hide their sadness, and with a slight lift of their heads, they looked at the end of the eighty-one steps, the bone tower shrouded in a misty mist.

Silent all the way, the two stepped over the rain stains that still remained on the big steps and stood at the main entrance of the bone tower.

Mom said that Grandma Yun's ashes were placed at the west gate of the bone tower.

Turning, they walked along the solemn perimeter of the ossuary tower towards the west gate. Enter the west gate and walk to the three-story mourning room on the left, and on the slightly right, there is a photo of an amiable old man.

The old man in the photo is Grandma Yun wearing a phoenix hairpin.

Luo Yi held Xue Ju's hand tightly, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something in an instant, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Blinking her eyes full of tears, she inserted the white snow chrysanthemum into the vase below the photo, withdrew her hand, and grabbed the Anfu silver bracelet given by the old man on her wrist.

Mu Danchen placed the contents of the bag one by one, all of which he and Luo Yi had prepared for the old man this morning.

In the middle are three red apples, on the left, a box of peeled sunflower seeds, and on the right, fruity gummies with beautiful colored wrappers. These are the old man's favorite and favorite snacks before his death.

Lighting 2 red candles and 5 sticks of sandalwood, Mu Danchen and Luo Yi bowed respectfully in front of the old man's photo, bowing their heads and closing their eyes in mourning.

Grandma Yun, I will take your wishes and live a good life, you can rest assured. I hope that you and Grandpa Yan will never be separated again in the distant Elysium.

Tears rolled silently from under her long eyelashes, winding on her smooth cheeks, leaving a transparent trace.

Grandma Yun, I will always remember what you said, no matter whether we will come together in the future, I will remember your last wish and take good care of Luo Luo for the rest of my life. And if Luo Luo and I can really get together in the end, I will definitely give her happiness, I swear, never regret it.

Mu Danchen closed his eyes and silently made a lifelong promise to the old man in his heart.

After a few minutes, they opened their eyes and stood there silently, staring at the kind smiling face of the old man in the photograph for a long time.

In a blink of an eye, Mu Danchen found the moist water droplets hanging from the corners of Luo Yi's eyes, and he took out a tissue and handed it over.

With his head bowed, Roy reached out and took the tissue that was handed to him. Printing away the wet wetness on his eyes and wiping away the transparent stream on his face, Luo Yi squeezed the half-wet tissue, stretched out his other hand, and gently stroked the kind smiling face in the photo.

That kind of eyebrows, such a kind smile, just like engraved in her heart, made her unforgettable.

There was another uncomfortable sour nose, and Luo Yi put down his hand to cover his mouth to prevent himself from sobbing sadly.

She didn't want to cry, and she shouldn't cry, because Grandma Yun and Grandpa Yan were reunited, and she should be happy for them, but her tears just didn't listen to her.

"Don't be sad, let's go back, next time, we'll come to see Grandma Yun."

A warm arm half-wrapped around her shoulders and gave her the gentlest comfort.

In the middle of the night, the warm arm gently turned her around and led her away from the bone tower full of sorrow.

He swore that every time in the future, he would never be absent from her side.