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The sky was a shade of blue, but rain fell steadily.
In the most opulent cemetery of the capital, Jufeng was here to bid farewell to his wife, just as he had once said goodbye to his father.
But what use was all this grandeur? With the living on one side and the departed on the other, those who left were beyond reach, while those left behind were engulfed in sorrow.
Was there anything more tragic than this?
Black cars lined up in two rows at the foot of the hill, while black suits stood solemnly on the slope.
Jufeng stood in the middle, his beard hanging heavily from his chin, faint traces of tears marking his nose. His face looked as desolate as autumn leaves that had fallen into the mud, only to be mercilessly trampled deeper into the ground.
Beside him stood Uncle Lu, whose hair had turned nearly white overnight. His eyes were hollow and devoid of light; if not for Liu Hengying supporting him, he would have been unable to stand on his own.
Liu Hengying's face was pale, much like Liu Xiao, who had just rushed back, and Claudia, who held her baby tightly while leaning against Ikeda Masahiro's shoulder for support.
This autumn felt profoundly lonely.
Xue had already explained everything to Jufeng, but what did it matter? Guan Chao had paid with his life for his actions, and now an innocent elder was gone as well.
But what about his Jia'er? Was she not innocent too?
What fault did a child without a mother commit?
Jufeng pondered these thoughts and felt an overwhelming urge to slap himself; if possible, he would rather strike at his own heart.
In the end, it was all his fault.
The crowd stood silently in the rain, dozens of black umbrellas blooming like dark lotuses in the downpour.
Mysterious and sorrowful.
Uncle Lu's body could not withstand such prolonged exposure to the wind and rain, so after some persuasion from his relatives, he decided to leave.
There was no chance for those inside to come out; what good was longing from afar?
Uncle Lu turned and walked away, pausing beside Claudia.
He gazed at the sweetly sleeping infant in her arms, and his hollow eyes momentarily sparkled with a hint of life.
"Yin Mo, look how beautiful you are. You must grow up quickly and remember your mother; it was not easy for her to bring you into this world."
With those words, Uncle Lu walked down the mountain.
No more words were needed; his silence spoke volumes.
Liu Hengying hesitated for a moment before stepping beside Jufeng, offering comfort. "Your uncle hasn't fully recovered yet; don't take it to heart."
Liu Hengying wanted to say more, but upon seeing Jufeng's back, he swallowed his words. How powerless his own words felt, like the rain that, no matter how hard it fell, could not revive the fallen yellow leaves.
Shaking his head, Liu Hengying took a deep look at the beautiful smile on the tombstone before running down the mountain, just before tears overflowed from his eyes again.
Liu Xiao's face still bore traces of tears as she turned and ran after her cousin.
Tears blossomed in the rain.
Xue stood behind Jufeng, waving his hand, and the group silently descended the mountain.
He turned to follow, unwilling to witness his good friend's sorrowful expression.
Politeness held Flower Snow Moon close, anxiously watching Jufeng's retreating figure, before finally descending the mountain with a somber demeanor.
Liu Xing tugged at Chuyang's sleeve, hoping to give Jufeng some space, but Chuyang stubbornly refused to leave.
Zhu Yao bent down and firmly pulled Chuyang into her embrace before heading down the mountain.
Chuyang gritted her teeth, fighting back tears, glaring at Zhu Yao in silent resistance.
Liu Xing opened his mouth hesitantly but ultimately remained silent, following Zhu Yao down the mountain.
Further away stood Vera and Sisi, five meters apart, with the solitary Mu Shu nearby.
They stood quietly until Claudia and Ikeda Masahiro passed by them, prompting them to leave together.
Countless black lotuses had now vanished without a trace.
Jufeng had not bothered with an umbrella, allowing the rain to wash over his weary face.
He slowly sat down against the tombstone, caressing its surface, and gradually began to smile.
"Jia'er, do you remember our first meeting? The moment you opened the door, I fell for you."
"Your long black hair cascading over your shoulders, your pure face without a single flaw. The moment I saw you, my heart raced, and I didn't even dare to look again."
"Fortunately, it was just at the right moment that those five foolish thieves appeared, allowing me to find a way to ease my embarrassment. I could have chosen a more prudent method to deal with them, but I wanted to appear cooler, so I acted deliberately nonchalant."
"When I left, it was because I wanted to talk to you more that I coldly explained so much."
"Later, when we ran into each other at the hospital, you sought me out, but I turned you down. It wasn't that I didn't want to; I simply thought you were above me and only approached me out of pity."
"I was so foolish back then. Thankfully, Jia'er never gave up on me."
"Eventually, I sensed some feelings from Jia'er, but I was shy. I had never been in a relationship before and had never felt this way about a girl. I had no idea how to handle it."
"I could only do my best to protect Jia'er, even if it meant getting hurt. I wanted to use all my strength to watch over her."
"But now..."
A vast expanse of dark clouds covered the sky, turning blue into gray. The rain continued to fall relentlessly, growing heavier and more intense.
Jufeng's hair hung limply over his forehead, his face drenched.
It was hard to tell if it was tears or rain.
The wind picked up, tousling his hair and chilling Jufeng's heart.
The clouds loomed lower, and the world grew darker.
"Jia'er, do you remember our first kiss by the lake at Huan City University? It was there that I placed the token my mother left me onto your finger with my own hands."
Jufeng extended his hand, revealing a key-shaped ornament that shimmered with a cold light amidst the curtain of rain.
It was a legacy left by Jufeng's mother to her future daughter-in-law.
Now, Lu Qijia had passed it on to her own future daughter-in-law.
Time flowed on, and nothing could be grasped.
"Jia'er, don't worry. I will raise our child well. Although he is a boy, he looks just like you, very handsome."
"I believe that when he grows up, he will definitely be a handsome young man and will find you a beautiful and outstanding daughter-in-law."
"I will tell him that his mother loves him very, very much, and that his name was given to him personally by his mother."
Jufeng pressed his forehead against the tombstone, a happy smile gracing his face beneath the curtain of rain.
This scene felt so familiar; countless nights, Vera had nestled in Jufeng's embrace in just this way.
Yet all of that was now in the past; the memories could only be sought after in recollection, no longer holding the essence of what once was.
The tombstone felt so cold, just like Jufeng's heart at that moment.
"But Jia'er, how am I supposed to go on without you by my side? How do I face Yin Mo? How do I face tomorrow?"
"I'm really scared, scared that I won't be able to hold on alone."
"Jia'er, why did you have to leave me? Why did you abandon us father and son..."
Tears mingled with the rain, sliding down the tombstone in two lines.
After devouring Ecweifu and Inkor, Jufeng steadily became the world's number one business emperor.
The review of the Cosmos 500 is still ongoing, and barring any surprises, Zongheng Express will likely break into the top fifty.
That was a reverse glory.
The global conquest in the Underworld is also progressing step by step.
With the collaboration of the Three Major Global Gangs, the remaining forces had no choice but to form an alliance.
However, the current situation remains grim, making it difficult to halt the advance of the Three Major Factions.
Their hearts are scattered; meanwhile, the unity of the Three Factions is strong.
Having gone through many adjustments, they naturally march forward triumphantly.
Jufeng should have been the most pleased person.
Yet now, he is the most sorrowful and disheartened one.
“Ah! Yin Mo is missing!”
Claudia stared at the empty cradle, screaming in despair, nearly brought to tears.
Ikeda Masahiro rushed over upon hearing the news and found a note on the bed next to the cradle.
"Yin Mo, I have taken him. I will take good care of him."
"I'm sorry, I want to be alone for a while. Do not worry."
It was in Jufeng's handwriting.
Claudia and Ikeda Masahiro exchanged a glance, embracing each other and weeping silently.
To be continued.
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