Looking at Su Xing's body, An Jing almost cried her eyes out.
Even though Su Xing had been laid to rest, An Jing was still crying. Su Changyi felt terrible, but he was afraid that An Jing might cry herself sick, so he had to endure the pain of losing their daughter and console An Jing.
"Jing Er, don't be too sad. Maybe Xin'er, like you once were, has only lost her body but her soul is living on in someone else, under a different identity."
But An Jing wasn't comforted at all; she kept crying, wishing she could have died in place of her daughter: "Husband, Xin'er... Xin'er was only twenty-four, not even married. We could have seen her get married and have children, but now she's just gone... gone..."
Su Changyi tried hard to control his emotions, but his eyes still reddened. He had lived two lifetimes and never thought his children would die before him. Now, his youngest daughter had died like this.
