Humanity's White Hair

By the time night had deepened, when it was hard to tell whether the wind blowing was from late autumn or early winter, Grandma Xiao Chun said she was tired and wanted to return to her room to rest.

The house began to echo with faint sobs.

Grandma Xiao Chun called her sons and daughters to her side and began giving instructions. They were mostly arrangements concerning the distribution of her inheritance.

However, after each of them received a bottle of Osmanthus Syrup, the sons and daughters felt that these things no longer seemed important.

At least, not at that moment.

Whether they would fight or argue over them in the future, no one knew.

In the quiet surroundings, Grandma Xiao Chun finally slowly closed her eyes. Luo Shan forcibly held back her grief and stayed beside Grandma Xiao Chun, listening to her heartbeat and feeling her pulse.

Luo Shan told everyone that Grandma Xiao Chun still had a little breath left, but she was truly at death's door. She said this was the final stage, so no one dared to leave.

Others were keeping watch elsewhere.

Outside, in the little courtyard, beneath the Osmanthus Trees... Luo Qiu remained there.

Tiny specks of light, like fireflies, drifted through the courtyard, illuminating the soil, the leaves, and the golden-white osmanthus blossoms.

"Child, when you leave, cut off a small section from here and take it back. Once this branch is cut off, it can grow."

"This one?" Luo Qiu nodded. "All right."

He looked at the hazy figure of Grandma Xiao Chun, who seemed about to disperse yet had not quite done so. This was her soul. Under normal circumstances, a soul would gradually dissipate unless it held some attachment it could not let go of.

"Do you really have