"I know."
Yao Mingyue nodded, "But I understand even more, at this very moment, this is what he wants most."
"And I think, letting you be the one to send him off on this final journey, he would probably be happy too. Even if he wouldn't admit it... but you are probably the only person in this world whom he could truly open up to..."
This is how the world is. Some words cannot be spoken to family, cannot be said to a spouse, nor discussed with friends. Only to such a special person can one completely open their heart and talk.
Yao Mingyue handed the wooden box to An Nuannuan.
An Nuannuan stared at it for a long time before slowly reaching out to take the wooden box.
The wooden box wasn't heavy, but in her hands, it felt so weighty.
A living person, carrying decades of life, how light they become after death.
An Nuannuan held the wooden box. Holding him for the first time in her life, even if it was in this way, she remained silent for a long time.
"Can I take him home?"
