"But we haven't seen each other for a long time..."
"..."
"Do you not like me anymore?"
"..."
On the other side, at the funeral, Sakuragi Hitomi looked at the message from Aria and felt inexplicably troubled.
She not only didn't want to respond but also felt a sense of suffocation.
It felt like a heavy blow, causing the dam built in Sakuragi Hitomi's heart to defend against "exhaustion" and "anger" to develop cracks.
Just as Sakuragi Hitomi's face was gloomy, her fingers hovered over the phone for ages without typing a word, An Le's voice came over,
"It's about time."
"..."
Sakuragi Hitomi looked up and saw several funeral staff standing behind An Le.
They were here to take Yan Huan for cremation.
"...Sorry, I have some matters to attend to now, Aria. I'll contact you later, okay?"
After sending the last message, Sakuragi Hitomi wiped the moisture from the corner of her eyes, put the phone away, and walked towards Yan Huan.
