Chapter 999

(I'll revise it later.)

Qin Miao hands the urn to Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan reached for it and held it tightly in his arms, just like he had held song Lishu. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek against the cold jar. He called softly: "Lishu..."

There is his glass book in it.

There is only one way to revive Lishu. In any case, he can't fail.

He wants Lishu to come back to him intact.

The weather was overcast with dark clouds in the distance, and the air was humid and sultry.

Huo Baiyuan came out with the urn in his arms, and a car was parked outside.

Qin Miao opened the trunk, put the luggage in, ready to go around to the driver's seat, Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped him.

He didn't know why he looked at Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan said without expression: "I'll go alone."

Qin Miao was stunned: "young master..."

"I've prepared a box of money for you, which is enough for your whole life. With the money, you can go anywhere you want. You don't have to follow me any more." Huo Baiyuan said.

Qin Miao suddenly changed his face and said in disbelief: "this kind of time. Are you going to drive me away? "

Huo Baiyuan slightly deviated from the beginning. The eyes behind Bai Ling didn't look at Qin Miao. The light voice seemed to dissipate with the wind.

"You've done enough for me over the years. From now on, you can live your own life."

"But..."

But Qin Miao has been with Huo Baiyuan since he was a child. He has been his assistant for so many years that he has no life of his own.

"But I'm your assistant!" Qin Miao couldn't help roaring.

Huo Baiyuan's cold and hard face was not touched.

"Not now."

Leaving this sentence behind, Huo Baiyuan opens the car door, sits in the driver's seat, puts the ashes of song Lishu on the copilot, slams the door shut, isolating Qin Miao from the outside.

Step on the accelerator and the car will fly out in an instant.

Qin Miao returned to his senses and suddenly ran after the car. But the gradually moving car body soon disappeared and became a small spot in his sight.

"Lishu..."

Huo Baiyuan's voice trembled and his hands gathered the ashes sprinkled on the ground.

At this time, suddenly a drop of water fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped, looked up at the gray sky, one by one, countless raindrops fell from the air, crashing to the ground.

Rain drops hit on the ashes and instantly melt them into a pool of water.

"Lishu! No! No

Huo Baiyuan is flustered. He grabs the ashes on the ground with his hands and wants to gather them in his arms. He looks around and wants to find something that can hold the ashes, but there is nothing except the fragments of the jar.

Nothing can hold his glass book.

The rain is falling more and more heavily, crashing on the ashes, melting into a pool of muddy water with the ashes. Huo Baiyuan holds the ashes with both hands, but the dissolved ashes run away from his fingers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep it.

He can't keep the book.

No... no... how can his glass book become a pool of sewage.

Huo Baiyuan almost prostrate, hands on the ground clutching, want to put the ashes to his arms, even if a little, even if only a little.

But he still couldn't catch up with the speed of raindrops. He watched with his own eyes the ashes melt into the rain. No matter how he grasped them, he couldn't catch them.

Huo Baiyuan finally began to cry, almost lying on the ground, tightly encircling his arms, holding the pool of melted ashes of rain, crying and pleading: "don't... Lishu, please... Please, don't go..."