The weary-looking young man pushed open the door and left, and the living room fell silent for a while.
A few seconds later, Yu Sheng was the first to break the silence. "He was obviously trying to make things easier for us... Where should we start?"
Little Red Riding Hood said nothing. She simply rose, went to the low cabinet, and lifted down the urn of ashes. "Let's try."
This time, Yu Sheng hesitated at the thought of "trying." "...We're really going to try?"
"This is for Old Zheng, too." Little Red Riding Hood's expression was calm. "If he really had something he hadn't had time to say, this might be his only chance."
Looking at the girl's serious expression, Yu Sheng finally drew a light breath, cast aside his hesitation, and reached toward the urn of ashes...
A moment later, he gently shook his head.
"As expected, it doesn't work..." Little Red Riding Hood blinked, a trace of regret in her voice. However, she soon let out a relieved breath. "But that makes sense. How could there be so many simple things in this world?"
She turned around, solemnly placed the porcelain urn back on the cabinet, and bowed deeply to it. Only then did she turn back to Yu Sheng. "Still, I'm a little surprised. You seem to do everything without considering the consequences, and you don't even care much about your own life. Why are you being so cautious and serious now?"
"It's different," Yu Sheng said with unusual seriousness. "An ordinary person only dies once—only once in a lifetime. That's a very serious matter."
Little Red Riding Hood stared at Yu Sheng for several seconds, as if she were getting to know the "person" before her all over again. After a while, she withdrew her gaze