The rain continued to pelt down on the box intensely.
"Mom."
Huang Ying hugged the urn tightly, collapsing to the ground.
Her heart-rending cries were drowned out by the torrential rain.
Tears mixed with rain trickled into her mouth, seeped into her heart, unbearably bitter and painful.
She couldn't understand why her once happy family had turned into an illusion overnight.
Why, after losing everything, did heaven take away her beloved mother as well?
Cold raindrops relentlessly struck her frail body.
Huang Ying had already been exhausted from her time at the detention center and hurriedly ran around all day, getting injured; finally, she couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed straight to the ground.
The sound of an emergency brake echoed.
Not far from her, a black Rolls-Royce stopped.
The car door opened, and a tall figure stepped out swiftly, heading towards Huang Ying.
