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After a brief pause, the priest took a deep breath and began reciting the eulogy again, only this time in a different language.

Hesta could not understand what he was saying either, but she could tell it was Ksenia's language. In that instant, sorrow suddenly welled up in her again, and her face tightened involuntarily.

Xu Ruyi had wanted to say something to Hesta, but when she looked up and saw the solemn grief on her face, she could only turn away again.

None of these rituals particularly interested Xu Ruyi. In fact, another question had been weighing on her mind these past few days: Why had she not seen Si Yu's father from beginning to end?

She had thought she would at least get a look at the man at the funeral, but she had searched all around and found no one who looked like the child's father. No one resembling an ex-husband had appeared beside Silei, either.

Xu Ruyi could not understand it. Fine, the couple had separated—but how could he not even come to his own child's funeral...

After the ceremony, the square porcelain box containing Si Yu was lowered into the ground under everyone's gaze. The man holding the shovel quickly filled in the pit. Most of the group headed straight down the mountain, while the few people curious about Si Yu stayed behind to speak with Mei Sinan. Together, they made their way to a warm little house nearby.

At last, Hesta had a reason to go over and speak with Silei. As she drew near, she saw that Silei's cigarette pack was already stuffed with cigarette butts, and the one in her hand was nearly burned out as well.

"Come inside with us," Hesta said, pointing toward the cabin. "It's warm over there."

Silei