Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Chapter 275: Goodbye

The evening sunlight fell on the leaves of the park, casting a faint glow.

The whole world seed dyed in a shade of orange, which Zhao Xuerong enjoyed.

That’s why orange lamps are called warm lights because their glow brings a feeling of warmth.

The sun above and the family by her side gave Zhao Xuerong such feelings.

Three people sat side by side on a park bench, facing a wide lawn with a few tourists scattered around, and beyond that, a lush forest gently swayed in the breeze.

Zhao Yongjun was walking back and forth among the trio, occasionally glancing at his sister seated between their parents.

Since just now, he sensed that his sister seed to have sothing to say.

He could sense it, and naturally, Zhao Xuyang and his wife could too, but no one spoke.

Because as soon as their daughter finished speaking, she would probably leave.

"Shall we go for another walk?" Qian Sihui suggested.

"Yes, let’s exit through the west gate, there’s a snack street there, and it should be opening soon. It’ll be just right for us to grab so food."

Zhao Xuyang stood up as he spoke, and Qian Sihui also stood up; they just didn’t want Zhao Xuerong to speak.

But they were held back by Zhao Xuerong.

"Sit down, both of you, and listen to carefully."

The couple looked at each other, sighed inwardly, and then chose to sit down.

What was inevitable would co; there was no escaping it.

"After my death, I was always wandering outside. Ding Zhihao that guy almost drove mad, and you too..."

Zhao Xuerong turned and glared at Zhao Yongjun.

"I could be driven mad by you..."

As she spoke, she jumped up, ready to give him a beating.

Zhao Yongjun skillfully covered his head, begging for rcy: "Sister, stop hitting, I won’t dare anymore..."

But he suddenly noticed that his sister’s hand hadn’t co down, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Xuerong looking at him with a complicated expression.

Her hand didn’t co down as he expected; instead, she gently touched his head and said: "I won’t be here anymore; you should ease our parents’ worries, they are already sad enough, and still have to worry about you..."

"Sister, I understand," said Zhao Yongjun.

"Sister believes in you," said Zhao Xuerong.

Then she turned around, stood side by side with him, and looked at their parents still sitting on the bench.

She continued with a smile: "Later, I t a student from my school, that girl who committed suicide, do you rember her?"

Zhao Xuyang and the others imdiately nodded. Yin Xingyue’s suicide was quite big news at the ti, especially since it involved a student from Zhao Xuerong’s school, which greatly impacted the atmosphere there.

So naturally, Zhao Xuerong had ntioned this incident to them.

"She was actually a very good, very kind girl. Seeing wandering around, she took to et soone..."

"Who?"

Zhao Xuyang frowned, instinctively wary of any stranger his daughter ca into contact with.

"A practitioner, Xiao Yue is now his child disciple and is also responsible for guiding the dead souls." Zhao Xuerong didn’t ntion the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, fearing it might scare them.

"Practitioner?"

Zhao Yongjun looked shocked at his sister.

"This..."

"Don’t talk," Zhao Xuerong pushed away his head as he moved closer.

"Mr. Shen saw that my wish was unfulfilled, so he allowed to see you one last ti. I originally didn’t want to see you again, fearing it would make you sad when I leave..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when Qian Sihui already began to feel upset.

Zhao Xuerong sighed helplessly: "But I really can’t stand seeing you so despondent. Mom and Dad, you have plenty of ti now, you can go out and travel, see the world. Even though I’m gone, life must go on, and there’s still Xiao Jun..."

"I hope you all can live well, don’t let my passing make it impossible for you to live on; that would leave restlessly uneasy."

"We know, we’ll do as you say," Qian Sihui said, sowhat choked up.

"Are you going to leave?" Zhao Xuyang asked solemnly.

Zhao Xuerong nodded: "Yes, the paths of humans and ghosts are different, I can’t always stay by your side."

"Then... where will you go?"

"Of course, I’m going to the place where I belong." Zhao Xuerong said.

Then, she bent down and gently embraced Qian Sihui.

"Mom."

"Mm."

"Take care of yourself, I love you."

"I love you too," Qian Sihui said with a choke.

Zhao Xuerong released her mother, stood up, and then with a smile, stretched her arms towards Zhao Xuyang.

Zhao Xuyang was montarily dazed and then stood up to hug his daughter.

He whispered in her ear, "I rember the first ti you learned to walk, you approached just like this with your arms open..."

"You are the best dad," Zhao Xuerong said.

"Do you not bla anymore?"

"I never blad you, I know you did everything for mom, for this family..."

Zhao Xuyang said nothing, held his daughter even tighter, his body trembling slightly.

"Dad, goodbye."

"Good... goodbye." Zhao Xuyang’s voice finally started to choke.

Zhao Xuerong let go of Zhao Xuyang, and turned her head to look at Zhao Yongjun.

"Sister." Zhao Yongjun opened his arms, ready to embrace his sister.

But what welcod him was a slap.

His head was gently smacked.

"Be good, alright?"

Zhao Yongjun, holding the spot where he was hit, complained slightly, "I’m already grown up, don’t always hit my head."

"In the future, I won’t have the chance to hit it," Zhao Xuerong said with a smile.

"Sister~"

Zhao Yongjun realized and called out, his voice full of reluctance.

"Goodbye." Zhao Xuerong smiled and waved at him.

"Sister, wait, your death, was it really just an accident? Was it really just an accident?" Zhao Yongjun asked urgently.

Zhao Xuerong was startled, she had thought he was going to ask about Mr. Shen, for no boy could resist the temptation of cultivation.

But it turned out he was just concerned about whether her death was indeed just an accident.

So she smiled and nodded, "Yes, it was just an accident, life is like that, filled with accidents..."

Zhao Xuerong smiled, her body began to slowly disappear.

"Sister~"

Zhao Yongjun reached out trying to grab her, but found nothing.

Looking at his empty palms, Zhao Yongjun finally ca to his senses, waved in the direction Zhao Xuerong had vanished into.

"Goodbye."

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose from the ground, swirling around them, picking up the fallen leaves, turning several tis before flying towards the sky.

"Sister~"

Zhao Yongjun frantically waved his hands towards the sky, as tears already soaked his cheeks.

While Zhao Xuyang, the man who had always been so strong, finally couldn’t help breaking down and sobbing quietly.

On the contrary, Qian Sihui, who was always imrsed in her grief, stopped crying.

She looked up towards the sky, towards that distant wind, towards the sun in the sky...

"Little Shell, goodbye..."

She waved her arms.

It was just like before when she stood on the balcony, waving at her daughter down below.

Only this ti, her daughter will never return...

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