Chapter 17
The staff went in for more than ten minutes before coming out, with someone following behind.
Looking at the empty hands of the two people, that sense of panic and unease surged up in Nathen’s heart again.
He propped up the chair and stood up unsteadily, staggering a few steps.
her ashes?*
there are her
Two people heard the sense of urgency in his voice, exchanged a glance, and their faces showed expressions of regret.
“Sorry, Mr. Cowan, I went to check the records and found that your wife mentioned how to handle her remains before her death. We have already followed her last wishes and disposed of the ashes. I’m afraid you have made a wasted trip.”
Upon hearing this, Nathen felt as if the strength that had been supporting him was about to dissipate from his body.
Heclenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and struggled to lift his hand, pointing at the documents in their hands.
Two staff members, seeing his poor complexion, could understand his desperate mood at the moment. They were also worried that the recorded content inside might provoke him, so they besitated and refused.
*M
Cowm, your wife has passed away. You should take good care of yourself, she will bless you from heaven
From their eyes filled with pity, Nathen vaguely guessed that there was something recorded inside.
He felt a strong sadness welling up in his eyes, but he still persisted and opened the document.
Three different questions were printed on the white paper.
All the answers were
“No.”
uniformly, with no variation.
Two very simple characters, but Nathen saw a double image.
He tried hard to open his eyes wide, his gaze inuing downwards, and saw another long line of English.
He knew every single word, but as they rushed into his mind, they merged into the darkness and disappeared silently.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again, closed them once more, and opened them again, but still couldn’t understand this sentence.
The kind–hearted stall watched his actions, thinking that he didn’t understand, and used translation software to type it out and handed it to him.
This time, looking at those upright square fonts, Nathen finally understood the meaning of this last words.
“Aher I die, please inmediately create me and there is no need to bury my asties. Wait until the first snowfall and find a place to scatter them.” Nat didn’t know how he had left the building
I didn’t know knw long I had been lying in the
show,
He only remembered that he stumbled and rolled down the stairs when he was going downstairs.
The soul show cushioned beneath him, and he thought he had ascended to heaven, being in the clouds, bedding weightless.
He didn’t to his senses until the snow melted into water by his body temperature, seeping into his clothes and freezing his skin to a dark purple.
was already dark, and it was quiet all around. The lights in the building were all red off, and he was alone, accompanied by the snow.
Nathan toul, a deep breathi
the mat rose up, bhuring lus vision.
He didn’t notice whom the well, and by the time he be aware of that presence, they had already turned into droplets of water, sticking to his
Beatrandrup
hat they were not tears.
because Nathen could no longer ory
He stared blanddy at the pitch black sky, and in the blink of an eye, he couldn’t quite tell II it was snow
Melanie, who
who was still or already burned to ashes, scattered and nowhere to be found in the world.
Dreame–Read Romane
Rejecte
He could only hope and plead that these suddenly appearing ell–like pure white flowers could fall more and become even more magnificent.
To bury him completely.