The dead are like extinguished lamps.
Wen Tianlei died with a smile.
In his heart, there were no more regrets.
Lin Xueji cried the whole day.
In the evening.
The rain gradually stopped.
The thunder gradually ceased.
A streak of purplish-red sunset tinged the dim sky.
Dim yellow light beams, carrying warmth, shone into the hospital room.
Even though it's evening.
But... the sky was still bright.
Ye Xuan peeled an orange, plucked off the white strands, washed it with water, and fed it to Lin Xueji.
Her eyes swollen, Lin Xueji glanced at Ye Xuan a few times, shook her head earnestly, refusing to eat.
"What are your plans next?"
Ye Xuan placed the orange aside and asked.
"I'll decide after burying Tianlei."
Lin Xueji's eyes were swollen unbearably, her voice was faint as she spoke softly.
"Okay."
Ye Xuan nodded, his face stern, he said seriously, "And then?"
"I will quickly take charge of the Lin Family."
