"Uncle!"
Yu Shuo noticed that his uncle was not in the right state and reached out to grab his arm.
Qiu Qianghai forcefully shook him off, as if possessed, walking towards Gu Jiajie.
Or rather, he was moving towards Gu Minmin's urn, staggering unsteadily.
From start to finish, his eyes never left the urn.
Qiu Qianghai reached Gu Jiajie's side and saw the urn partially exposed under his protection.
His face was pale, and he fell to his knees with a dull thud.
The sound alone could make one imagine his pain.
Qiu Qianghai did not try to snatch Gu Minmin's urn but knelt in front of Gu Jiajie, reaching with a trembling hand to touch the exposed corner of the urn.
He moved cautiously, his voice soft and full of affection, "Minmin?"
No one responded to him.
Qiu Qianghai's hand trembled uncontrollably as he choked out, "Minmin, does it hurt?"
The beloved girl, gone at such a youthful age—how cruel, how could he accept it.
This hysterical scene from him stung everyone's eyes.
