My senior brother's face couldn't be called very handsome, at best it wasn't unpleasant.
It's just that I've been longing for so long, his face seemed more and more pleasing to me, better than any face he had before.
I was secretly happy, only to find his complexion growing worse.
My gaze finally fell on the jar he was holding.
Feeling a vague sense of unease in my heart, I asked softly, "What is this?"
He glanced at me and only said in a low voice, "It's the master's ashes!"
The news was like a bolt from the blue, not knowing what kind of mood we were in when we buried the master that day.
The master is dead, it seems this home should also disperse.
At night, as usual, my senior brother made some small dishes. While eating, he said, "People will all have this day eventually. We all grow up. You and I are not young anymore, we can live well without the master. Junior sister, have you thought about how to live in the future?"
