I bought a ticket back to China on the next flight.

My mentor asked why I was in such a hurry to return when I only had one final step left in my thesis and could go back after finishing it, saving the trouble of back and forth travel.

In her office, tears welled up in my eyes as I said, "I have lost someone very important."

A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes, then she gently patted my shoulder and said, "Be careful on the way, and take care of yourself."

The plane landed in Beijing.

Then quickly transferred to Kunming.

As I came out of the terminal building, there were already people waiting.

They were dressed casually, but cautious, with sharp eyes.

When they saw me, they politely gestured, "Mr. Xie, this way."

The car door opened, and there was already someone inside.

It dawned on me, feeling as if time had passed, memories vivid as if it were yesterday.

Uncle Yuan reached out his hand to me, "Yizhou, sorry to bother you."

I shook hands with him, my voice hoarse, "Where is she?"

The car came to a stop.

In the heavily guarded courtyard, several rows of people were waiting.

I could see the national flag at a glance.

And under the national flag was a square box.

They held the box and walked towards me, step by step, extremely solemn.

Tears blurred my eyes, I couldn't see anything else, only the wooden box.

When they handed it to me, there were tears in their eyes too.

Trembling, I took the urn, and knelt on the ground.

Yinong, Yinong.

When you fell, I wanted to bear the pain for you, but now you are alone in this small box.

I held the box tightly, howling in agony.

All my muscles trembled, my whole body ached, it felt like my bones were about to break.

It was as if a knife had stabbed into my heart, slowly stirring, the sharp pain spreading rapidly, piercing through my whole body.

I couldn't breathe, my forehead against the urn, gasping softly.

Yinong, I used to act crazy to get your attention, and you would always reluctantly come to cheer me up, but you will never appear again.

You will never appear again.

Police officers were about to come help me, but Uncle Yuan gestured for them to stay back.

He just squatted in front of me, calling out my name.

When I looked up, I noticed that his hair had turned completely white.

Uncle Yuan's mouth moved, saying something, but I couldn't hear anything.

I just held onto the box tightly, asking, "Did it hurt when she left?"