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"What?!" Lu Zhanbei's expression turned agitated, his angry words blurted out: "What kind of joke is this, what urn, is Xiao Xue playing another prank? Now she's daring to deceive me with an urn!"
Seeing his furious demeanor, his subordinates handed over the urn with trembling hands: "Sir, please take a look. This is not a prank, it's truly from the crematorium."
Looking at the urn with Xiao Xue's photo on it, Lu Zhanbei fell into a long silence.
After quite some time, he finally mustered the courage to open the urn.
Even a second before opening it, he still fantasized that inside it would be just a toy meant to scare him.
Yet the truth was plainly presented before him, indisputable.
Seeing the coarse brown-gray powder filling the small urn, Lu Zhanbei's posture suddenly slumped.
He collapsed onto the ground, unwilling to accept the reality before him.
His trembling hands couldn't steady the urn, the uneven shards inside piercing his eyes.