Chapter 2815 The Setting Sun
- As I hold my mother's ashes and bring them back from Canada for burial in China, I still feel as though she has not truly passed away.
- The blue sky outside the airplane window appears exceptionally vivid, while the white clouds seem exceptionally pure.
- I recall the moment when my mother, on her deathbed, suddenly became lucid and expressed her wish for her ashes to be scattered into the sea, to drift away peacefully.