When the afterglow of the summer sunset fell on the funeral parlor, Cheng Sijin and Cheng Siyu arrived with their wives, greeted by a chorus of cries.
There is a kind of pain that is the piercing agony of losing a loving father, able to penetrate to the bones.
The father who tirelessly taught and supported them, will henceforth be separated from them by a vast distance, an unbearable weight in life.
For Cheng Sijin and his brother, not seeing their father on his deathbed, nor gathering for one last meal together, would be a lifelong regret.
Was it any different for Cheng Ruzhu?
A sorrowful atmosphere enveloped the funeral parlor.
This is truly not a comforting place.
Zhou Jiao dared not believe that one day she too would suffer such agony. Listening to their cries, tears streamed down her face.
No matter how many contributions one has made to the country, no matter how grand the memorial service, when a person dies, all is truly said and done.
