Zhang Xu Lan had rarely ever seen his father crying. Actually, he'd never witnessed any. However, to see his strong father shedding tears because of him? His eyes widened and he stepped toward the redhead, worried he said something wrong, but his father cupped his face before pulling him in for a hug.
"You are no longer a child. I am proud of you, my son. Your uncles would be proud."
He laughed and hugged his father. He felt a pat to his head and he looked over to see his brunette uncle also crying with a smile.
"I am an uncle and I am very proud of you Lan-er."
When they were ready, they picked up the bucket of lotus, the box of Ying Yue's items, and a boat big enough for two. Han Mo went to gather the students to say goodbye, as the other's set up. Both Wang Li and Ying Yue's bodies were positioned with their hand on top of the other. They looked as if they died peacefully.
