I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

The slap marks on Yang Liu's face were so conspicuous that she had to wear a mask to avoid gossip.

After staying in the office until noon, the temperature suddenly dropped, and Yang Liu finally saw Wen Ya again after disappearing for a day and a night. The little girl looked a little listless, and she floated up from the ground and swayed gently in front of Yang Liu's eyes.

"Where have you been these days? I almost thought you were gone."

Wen Ya seemed to be in a bad mood. Her pretty face was wrinkled and her eyebrows were twisted into a line. She stared at Yang Liu blankly for a long time before she sighed. "Go to my funeral."

Wen Ya sat on the chair with her chin in her hand. Yang Liu knew at a glance that Wen Ya was just about to start talking, and she did not forget to get a cup of warm water and sat down to wait for her to speak.

"Is such that……"

Time goes back to the morning before Wen Ya passed away. She came out of the police station and finally felt confused for the first time in the few days after her death. She stood on the street watching the cars coming and going, the crowded crowds, the noisy world, but she was standing in the middle of it all, wrapped in a film. No one could hear or see her. Wen Ya floated aimlessly for a long time, thought about it, and followed the instructions to the funeral home.

Her body has been returned to her family after the autopsy. In the empty lobby, "Wen Ya" lies quietly in an ice coffin. Her face, which has been deliberately repaired and made up, looks peaceful at this moment, surrounded by cheap fake flowers.

Wen Ya floated above the coffin and looked at herself. She was silent for a long time and then slowly fell down. She walked around the coffin and stopped in front of her own portrait. The portrait seemed to be chosen by Cheng Qi. It was a graduation photo they took together when they graduated. Wen Ya stood under the tree and made a "V" sign to the camera with a bright smile. She looked younger and at first glance, she looked no different from now. No one noticed the fatigue hidden under her smile.

Wen Ya looked for a while and turned around. She finally saw her parents and lover again. Cheng Qi was kneeling on the mat, throwing paper money into the brazier with a numb expression. His hair was messy, and the white flower on his chest was wrinkled. The two dark circles under his eyes were almost purple, and his eyeballs were full of red bloodshot. He had stubble and looked a little sloppy. He looked messy and in a very bad spirit.

The old couple snuggled up to each other, their hair almost turned white overnight and they looked much thinner. They kept saying words of blame but never dared to look at the elegant spirit tablet. Just a quick glance would cause them to burst into tears and be extremely sad.

In Wenya's cognition, the mother who had always been strict and iron-blooded seemed to finally have the softness that she longed for.

Wen Ya slowly floated closer and reached out to touch her mother's face which was already marked with traces of time. In Wen Ya's impression, her mother was always kind and pleasant, but with a frown on her face, as if all the warmth was just enough. She recalled carefully, and she didn't know if it was because she hadn't entered the underworld, she really couldn't remember what her mother looked like before.

But Wen Ya's mother seemed to sense something and suddenly raised her head from her father's arms. Wen Ya's hand just passed straight through and then she met her mother's eyes in a daze.

"Xiaoya..."

The elegant mother's voice trembled and her expression was panicked. She stretched out her hand forward but could not touch what she was feeling. Her palms were empty and the soft and warm touch of her daughter in her memory was no longer present in her palms.

"Shufang, don't cry all the time. You'll hurt yourself if you cry."

Wen Ya's father felt such pain in his heart when he saw her like this. He held her in his arms again with trembling hands, comforted her carefully, and wiped away her tears.

Wen Ya watched these scenes. She had never thought that his death would cause such a heavy blow to others. She was speechless for a moment, feeling a bitterness in her heart.

Wen Ya didn't go anywhere after that. She just sat at the tail of the ice coffin and watched the mourners expressing regret or talking about her. They dug up her life story, stood in groups of two or three in the corner, and talked about all the gossips about her life from childhood to adulthood. Then they all looked at her parents, shook their heads and sighed, and left after giving them the most basic comfort.

Wen Ya followed Cheng Qi after she had seen enough. Cheng Qi seemed to have not given up yet. He would find a little free time in the cracks of time to sneak a peek at Yang Liu. He was indeed very perceptive. Wen Ya thought that during their time together, Cheng Qi could always accurately capture and guess Wen Ya's emotional changes, and then seem to conjure up something like magic to soothe her sadness. He was a gentle and competent boyfriend.

Cheng Qi stood outside the police station and looked around, then went in to ask about the progress. The police had already found clues, but the suspect's early information and AP address were wrong, and the information was too old, so it was extremely troublesome to collect. Cheng Qi seemed to see hope, and after thanking him profusely, he left. Wen Ya followed him for a whole day.

At nightfall, she turned around and followed her parents, watching the two elders sitting in her room, packing things into cartons one by one and sealing them. Wen Ya sat in her room until midnight, watching the things inside being reduced one by one and all put into cartons. Those that needed to be burned were burned, and those that could not be thrown away were turned into a symbol of longing and locked in this warmly decorated but somewhat empty room.

Until the early morning, today is the day Wen Ya will be cremated and buried. Wen Ya's parents packed up her favorite things in her life and took them to the crematorium early. As her body was pushed into the incinerator, a handful of ashes came out. The staff picked up the bones that could not be cremated and put them into the urn one by one, and then handed it to Wen Ya's parents.

When Wen Ya was born, her weight was about the same as the urn is now. She held it lightly in her hands without crying or making a fuss.

Wen Ya's mother couldn't bear such a blow and fainted. The funeral home was in chaos for a while. Cheng Qi took Wen Ya's ashes in the chaos, then held them in his arms, put his face against the urn, and tears burst out instantly.

"Elegant, elegant..."

Wen Ya couldn't bear to watch it any longer. Her heart, which had stopped beating, ached slightly. Ghosts don't have tears, but she felt her eyes sore and her heart was blocked. In the end, she couldn't hold on until the end of the funeral. Wen Ya turned around and left the funeral home and returned to Yang Liu.

Yang Liu drank water while listening to her talk. She seemed to be complaining about their belated affection and also seemed to be complaining about the trouble she had caused. Under Wen Ya's description which deliberately reduced the information, Yang Liu finally caught a hint of the contradiction that she had been unable to figure out for a long time.

"Tell me, would a person who grew up in love want to die?"

Yang Liu threw this life and death question to Wen Ya. Wen Ya looked a little dazed, as if unable to digest Yang Liu's question. Yang Liu looked at her and did not say anything else. She just sipped the water in the cup quietly and waited.

"do not know."

Wen Ya's tone was vague, revealing a hint of uncertainty. Seeing Yang Liu's suspicious look, she chose to change the subject.

"But I seem to remember a little bit of what happened before I died."