The next day, when the persistent ringing of the phone woke me up, it was already evening.

Looking at the unfamiliar number, I impatiently answered the call, "Hello, who is this?"

"Miss Xiang? I am Feng Xiuqi, whom you met before."

Feng Xiuqi's voice sounded very anxious.

"Miss Xiang, Lin Anan's family took her body today to arrange for cremation. The process is now finished. I thought it was necessary to inform you."

What? They rushed to cremate Lin Anan on the second day of her death.

This wasn't really Feng Xiuqi's responsibility, but he still came to inform me. I hurriedly thanked him.

I ran out the door without changing clothes.

Before leaving, thinking about Anan's family's character, I decided to take my bank card with me.

I've taken her home before, so I knew the address was a three-bedroom apartment in an old neighborhood.

The security door, as before, was covered with little advertisements.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I couldn't help but sneer, the same old habit.

I changed my knocking to kicking, and the old iron door clanged loudly.

As expected, a middle-aged woman's cursing voice came through:

"Who's dying? Banging on my door."

The door suddenly opened, and Anan's mom, with a face full of bitterness, started cursing at me, almost poking my face with her finger.

I didn't bother with her and rushed straight into the living room.

On the messy coffee table, a brand new square black box stood out awkwardly.

I walked over in disbelief and pointed at the box, asking Lin Chenglong, who was playing games on the sofa.

"What is this?"

Lin Chenglong, unhappy at being disturbed, muttered through his fat pig-like mouth and ignored me.

I couldn't help but shout, "I'm asking you, what the hell is this?"

Lin Chenglong was startled, "Ah, it's, it's my dead sister's ashes."

My mind buzzed.

Lin's mother rushed over, attempting to scratch my face.

"Who do you think you are, yelling at my son and barging into my house, you bitch!"

I regained my composure, grabbed her hand, and shoved her to the ground.

"Is this how you treat Anan? She lived her whole life for you, and now you just throw her aside like this?"

"Her life ended up like this because of you, and you just end it so hastily..."

Before finishing my sentence, my eyes turned red with tears.