He turned to Zuo Xiaoduo and said, "I'll arrange everything for the mourning hall. Tomorrow, we'll see your godfather off!"
Zuo Xiaoduo asked in bewilderment, "Dad, he..."
"He is your godfather!" Zuo Changlu's gaze sharpened, and he said softly, "Son, you must always remember your godfather!"
Zuo Xiaoduo nodded dazedly, only half understanding, utterly unaware of the deeper meaning behind Zuo Changlu's words!
Zuo Changlu covered Blind Hong's body with a white cloth.
Just then, a dark ring on Blind Hong's finger suddenly began to glow, then grew somewhat insubstantial, as though it, too, would vanish with the passing of Blind Hong's life.
But that insubstantial state lasted only an instant before stopping.
Then it slowly floated off Blind Hong's finger and hung in midair.
It flickered once more, as though it might still disappear at any moment.
Zuo Changlu reached out to grab it, but his hand closed on nothing, as though the ring had no physical existence.
An expression of utter surprise appeared on Zuo Changlu's face. After a pause, he said, "Xiao Duo, I can't touch this ring. It is most likely a ring your godfather left for you. Try taking it and putting it on."
"Oh."
As instructed, Zuo Xiaoduo reached out to grab the ring.
For some unknown reason, the mistlike ring that Zuo Changlu had been unable to grasp solidified completely when Zuo Xiaoduo reached for it and dropped into his palm, cold to the touch.
"Which finger should I wear it on?"
Holding the ring in one hand, Zuo Xiaoduo studied his fingers.
"I can't wear it on my index finger, can I? And the ring finger isn't meant for this sort of thing, so... my little finger?"
Zuo Xiaoduo muttered.
Zuo Changlu rolled his eyes. "Decide for yourself."
Zuo Xiaoduo slipped