She turned around, her face buried in An Mingji's shoulder, closing her tear-filled eyes, the tears soaking the boy's clothes.
Feeling the dampness on his clothes, An Mingji felt a pang of heartache, a somber hue flickering in his eyes.
He raised his hand, stroking Gu Jin's beautiful hair, gently caressing her back.
"Ah Jin, take a nap."
With those words, he touched her sleeping acupoint.
Gu Jin's head leaned softly, and her body relaxed.
An Mingji took the opportunity to carry her horizontally, holding her as he walked up to Gu Jiajie.
Using the same method, he made Gu Jiajie, who was curled up on the sofa, fall asleep too. As the latter's eyes closed tightly, a tear slid down his cheek.
An Mingji spoke: "Heyang, pick them up, we're going home."
"Yes, Master."
Wanqi Heyang stood up, walked over to Gu Jiajie, and tried to take the burial urn from his arms first.
But despite using all his strength, he couldn't retrieve it.
