Life Had to Go On

Bai Yang's hometown was a place called Baishuwan in Z Province. With its beautiful mountains and clear waters, it had preserved a relatively traditional way of life.

There was an ancestral home in his hometown, a house with a long history. Bai Yang's grandparents, who were still alive, lived there. The Bai family was well-off, and the old couple enjoyed the peace and quiet of the countryside.

But because Bai Yang needed a good education as he grew up, he had always lived in the city. He had rarely visited the countryside, and his memories of it were hazy.

That day, a huge convoy arrived in the quiet village, shattering its peace.

The villagers were astonished by the imposing convoy, but soon the sorrowful atmosphere enveloped them.

Old Master Bai's accomplished son had returned, but he had brought the news that his wife had died...

Since ancient times, Huaxia had observed its own unique rites for the dead. Life was to be revered, the departed souls sent on their way, in the hope that the dead would ascend to heaven.

A funeral hall was erected, and scriptures for the departed rang out above the village. People came, and people left...

For seven whole days, Bai Yang knelt before his mother's body like a walking corpse, his expression numb and not a word passing his lips. Whenever mourners arrived, he mechanically bowed to thank them.

In just seven short days, Bai Yang had grown terribly gaunt. His beard was unkempt, and he was barely recognizable. No one could look at him without feeling a pang of sorrow.

Wang Qingyu had returned from space and stayed by Bai Yang's side. Every time she saw his numb expression, her heart ached as if cut by a knife.

Little Cat came too. She said