Song Yun never thought of sending Zhao Ruifeng's body back. Because of the long distance, they could only bring Zhao Ruifeng's ashes back. They picked a nice bone ash box and asked people to prepare everything. In the end, Zhao Yingying chose to let him be cremated, as if Zhao Ruifeng's life had come in a grand manner and left in a grand manner.
"Just let Big Brother leave in peace." Zhao Yingying cried in the arms of Young Prince Ding. Her heart ached so much that she was almost unable to breathe.
Song Yun chose a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. The people of the saintess' palace had prepared everything. On a high platform, there was a pile of firewood below. Zhao Ruifeng was lying quietly on his body, his body cold.
"No... Don't... Big brother..." In the end, Zhao Yingying could not hold back and ran toward the crematorium like crazy.
"Two men, come and capture her." Song Yun closed her eyes and felt that her eyes were a little wet.