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Su Ming did not bother about time passing by him. He knelt beside the coffin and stared at his mother in it. He just watched, that's all he did.

Scattered on the altar and around it were a few stones shining with a golden light. Those stones… were the fifth stone Su Ming needed.

Yet then, he didn't even spare a glance at them. He knelt beside the coffin like a wanderer who had left his mother's side for a long, long time, and one day, he finally returned home, but he did not manage to see his kind mother waiting for him. Instead, the only thing he was met with was a tombstone.

The grief and the unstoppable flow of tears was born of the familial love shared between those of the same flesh and blood, a love that would never end. And Su Ming felt it, even though he had lived his entire life as an orphan.

Xu Hui stood by the side, then in silence came to Su Ming's side and knelt down with him.