Some said that losing a loved one was not a downpour, but a dampness that lasted a lifetime.
I had not even had time to see Dad and Grandpa one last time. When I saw them, it was no longer their living faces and familiar voices that greeted me, but their horribly mangled bodies.
That was not a lifetime of dampness, but a lifetime of torrential rain.
That scene was like a giant beast from the abyss, constantly gnawing at my heart, entrenched in my mind.
My heart was already dead.
I did not know how I had left our apartment building. I had already gone mad by then. Even Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan together could barely hold me down, and their only option was to call 120 and have the doctors bring sedatives.
But before they could take out their phones, Zhao Laoqi, left with no other choice, knocked me unconscious on the spot.
When I woke up, funeral music filled the air.
I woke up in a funeral home. Arrangements for Dad and Grandpa were already underway, handled by Song Xiaotian, Meng Yifan, and some of my relatives.
I had been sleeping in the lounge. When I woke up, only Zhao Laoqi was there watching over me.
Seeing that I was awake, he brought over a bowl of porridge.
I sat there like someone who had lost his mind, as though I had been cut off from the world.
"That's life. Partings in life and death, birth, aging, sickness, and death."
Zhao Laoqi set the porridge in front of me and said, "People face partings in life and death in hospitals every day. Someday you'll die, and I'll die. Everyone will die."
"Actually... this was already the best possible ending. Your dad and grandpa were very likely