Gao Congming felt his heart sink. 'That urn… Does it mean…' He dared not continue thinking about it. He could only turn his head away and look at Yi Jinli anxiously.
At that moment, it was as though Yi Jinli's body was frozen. He did not move an inch and just stared at the urn in Secretary Wang's hands. His eyes became red as though he was about to burn holes through that urn.
"Where's… Yiran?" No one knew how much time had passed before Jinli finally spoke.
"Isn't she just right in front of you?" Secretary Wang replied.
However, it was like Yi Jinli did not hear that reply and asked once more, "Where's Yiran?!"
Secretary Wang suddenly let out a chuckle. "Young Master Yi, don't tell me you were expecting a pregnant woman who fell into the ocean from the cliff to have survived? You should consider yourself lucky for having one child survive."
His reply sounded very logical, yet it made Yi Jinli want to pounce right on Secretary Wang. He had just endured a tremendous shock.
Secretary Wang placed the urn in his hands in front of him. "Young Master Yi, if you don’t mind having Yiran's ashes scatter all over the floor, then feel free to punch me."
Yi Jinli withheld his punch.
Then, his body started trembling. He snatched the urn, hugging it in his arms tightly.
'How could it be ashes?!'
That year, when he held his father's ashes, he had thought it was the most suffering he had ever gone through in his life.
However, right now, his hands were holding… Yiran's ashes. 'It turns out that there are more terrible things in life!'
'Yiran, my Yiran! How could there only be her ashes left?! Her voice and smile are still vividly flashing in my mind!
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