Jun's soul stood at a cemetary where the dark clouds in the sky rumbled loudly. It was the day when the Liu family witnessed the catastrophe of not one but three funerals.
The ever so bright and cheerful family looked bleak and hopeless. Nuo collapsed on the ground, wailing hard while Liu Chunhua tried to comfort her. But with a heart empty of feelings, she too, didn't know what words of solace to provide to her granddaughter.
Shui and the Han family were equally devastated as they stood in front of the tombstones.
Liu Hai, the twins, Jing, Yukito, Yukira, the Chen family…
Jun felt a gnawing suffering in his chest that didn't allow him to breathe because the person suffering the most was none other than Jinhai.
The man lost his wife. The man lost his sons. The lives of his other children were broken apart.
"Dad…D-Dad, I am here…" Jun raised his hand to touch, but it simply passed through him.
