From cremation to Su Mu receiving the ashes, it took only a brief two hours. She cradled the small urn, as if she could still feel the heat left after the cremation. She couldn't believe that someone who once was so vibrant could now be held in her hands as merely a handful of ashes, so light and insubstantial.
But the pain in her chest told her that this was real.
Even though she wished it was all just a dream.
When she arrived at the cemetery, snow began to fall from the sky. Su Mu looked up at the sky and stepped onto the stairs.
The gravesite Fu Shinian had chosen was clearly a Feng Shui treasure upon first glance. That her father and mother could be buried here provided Su Mu with some solace, as if though they had left her, they might meet in another world and continue to live happily ever after.
Even if that world did not include her.