Feng Ling's brief twenty-odd years of life could roughly be divided into three stages—
First, she had been at Big Wheel Children's Welfare Institute, where she learned the most basic manners and upbringing.
Then she went to the Sports Academy, where she learned the skills to protect herself.
Finally, she entered society and used what she had learned to support herself and live independently.
She had never been an emotionally expressive person. She had never deliberately made friends, and most of the time, she went about alone, feeling that life was a dull, monotonous repetition of days.
So when death happened around her, she often found it difficult to be moved by it.
Feng Shao and Ling Feiran carried the warm colors of childhood memories for her, making them somewhat special. But after all, they had only known each other more than a decade ago. Feng Ling had never expected her emotions to be affected so deeply.
When she had learned of Mother Feng's death before, she had only felt somewhat sad.
Feng Ling sat on the plane, her thoughts in turmoil.
She thought that perhaps it was because she had seen Feng Shao not long ago, had seen him at the dinner table talking freely about a beautiful future. So when she suddenly received news of his death, the impact was even more devastating. Coupled with Ling Feiran's anguished sobbing, her heart had nearly shattered...
By the time Feng Ling arrived at the Funeral Home, the ceremony had already ended. Ling Feiran stood alone at the entrance, holding the urn in her arms.
Feng Ling walked up to Ling Feiran and looked at the urn in her hands, remaining silent for a long time.
Cicadas shrieked relentlessly, and the blazing sunlight bleached the concrete road a ghastly white.