Outside Boulder City, Melvin's family held a simple funeral for his youngest son, Jishu.
He had not invited many people, much less made a big show of it everywhere. After all, his youngest son truly had not been a good person, and that might stir up some people's memories.
Although no one cared about his family's affairs anymore, past experience still made him cautiously keep a low profile.
Standing in the snow, Lala lowered her head with a complicated expression, the tip of her nose buried in her scarf.
Alisa stood beside her, her eyes closed as she silently communicated with the gravestone.
Her parents, eldest brother, sister-in-law, and the others stood before the gravestone in the same way.
It was not only those chosen by psychic power who could share their hearts with the dead.
As long as the longing came from the heart, the words one wished to say could still reach the other person... even if neither side could see the other.
The few people present could all "see" him, except for one complete outsider.
His name was Meng Jie, formerly Meng Qi. He had once been a researcher at the Alliance Academy of Social Sciences and president of Mammoth University. Now, he taught at Camp 101 and was also Melvin's friend.
He had not planned to attend the funeral. He had merely happened to catch it while visiting Boulder City, so he came by out of courtesy.
After praying before his youngest son's gravestone for a long time, Melvin lowered his clasped hands, looked at Meng Jie standing nearby, and nodded sincerely.
"Thank you."
Meng Jie smiled politely.
"You're welcome... I don't recall doing anything worthy of your thanks. I truly don't deserve it."
"You are too modest."
Melvin looked at Alisa's back as she stood