Each set of remains is like a history book that has been cruelly burned, carrying the vibrant lives of loved ones and those warm, sunny memories of the past.
At this moment, under the cold, frosty moonlight, they gleamed with a heartbreakingly pale light, appearing exceptionally heavy.
It was as if the surrounding air was so thick and heavy that it was hard to breathe.
After retrieving the remains, everyone knew that time was of the essence and there was no room for delay.
They marched with firm yet hurried steps, like warriors heading to battle, quickly heading towards the agreed-upon place.
Their figures appeared so urgent under the moonlight, their steps hurried yet steady and powerful.
Every step felt like stepping on one's own soul, carrying a resolute and unwavering determination to complete the mission, even at the cost of fire and water.
The moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows that seemed like their loyal guardians, accompanying them all the way.
After successfully meeting up, the group exchanged glances, and with just one look, they understood each other perfectly.
This is far from the time to relax; danger still lurks at any moment.
So they continued at great speed, like a black torrent rushing toward the city.
Along the way, the biting wind howled past their ears, as if cheering them on, or perhaps lamenting the lives lost.
The wind howled like a sharp blade, cutting into their skin, but it could not sever their longing for their loved ones and their determination to protect them.
The sounds of wind and footsteps mingled together, like a tragic symphony, playing out the resilience and indomitable spirit of life on the stage of the night.
Back in the city, Qin Jiyuan, Qin Qianyu, and Qin Qianlu walked silently into the house, their steps heavy and slow, as if each step was to cross a mountain of sorrow.
Stepping inside, a profound stillness descends like a heavy boulder, weighing on everyone's heart. The air itself seems to freeze under this somber atmosphere, making it almost impossible to breathe.
With hearts heavy with grief, the three gently laid out the remains of their uncle's family and then carefully began to clean away the dust.
Their movements were as gentle as a breeze brushing against flower petals, slow and delicate, each gesture filled with deep respect and reluctance to part with their loved ones.
It was as if they were having a silent but heartfelt conversation with their deceased loved ones.
Their eyes were filled with grief and longing, as if trying to find the warmth and laughter that had vanished from these remains.
Their gazes remained fixed on the remains, their thoughts perhaps uncontrollably drifting back to the past when they spent time with their loved ones.
Those past joyful laughter and heartwarming moments now feel like sharp blades, piercing their hearts.
Tears had quietly gathered in her eyes, then slowly slid down her cheeks like beads from a broken string, dripping onto the ground.
It emitted a dull, heartbreaking sound, as if it were a sorrowful cry from the depths of their hearts.
These tears are filled with longing for loved ones, helplessness in the face of fate, and resentment towards this cruel reality.
The next day, the morning sunlight shone through the cracks in the windows onto the solemn faces of the group, but it could not dispel the heavy sorrow in their hearts, which was as heavy as a gloom.
As planned, Qin Jiyuan and Qin Qianyu, with solemn expressions, like messengers carrying a sacred mission, went to welcome the Emperor Emeritus and his entourage.
They remained silent throughout the journey, their eyes revealing a deep sorrow and unwavering resolve.
The sorrow was like a deep black hole, devouring their souls; the determination was like a towering mountain, supporting them to continue forward.
Upon arriving at their destination, they led the Emperor Emeritus and others slowly toward the place where the remains were temporarily stored.
Every step felt like stepping on the strings of time, playing a poignant melody.
Their steps were heavy and slow, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on them.
As Lin Ruoqing followed the others into the room, her gaze was immediately drawn to the neatly arranged remains.
At that moment, it was as if the whole world had stopped turning, and time had frozen in that moment of immense sorrow.
Tears, like a burst dam, surged uncontrollably, instantly blurring her vision.
Her body began to tremble violently, as if she were a withered leaf in a storm, teetering on the verge of falling.
She slowly stretched out her trembling hands, which seemed to bear all the sorrow in the world, so heavy that she could hardly lift them.
However, her longing and affection for her brother gave her strength, and she used all her remaining strength to gently cover her brother's head with her own.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it trembled uncontrollably, as if it came from the depths of her soul, softly calling out, "Brother..."
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