The Whole Family Struck by Leukemia Once Again

I met Faye in high school.

At that time, she was a cold and aloof goddess, a second-generation rich, a true princess, and the campus belle... Countless dazzling halos surrounded her.

I considered myself handsome and wealthy, with good grades and a good personality, worthy of Faye.

I used all the chance encounters in idol dramas, used countless ways of pursuing a girl, and worked hard day and night to get into the same school as her.

My friends around me made fun of me for being enchanted by Faye.

I didn't think so.

Faye was very good, so I wanted someone like her to be with me.

It took me five years to get close to her, and in my sophomore year, she finally agreed to be my girlfriend.

I was so happy that I cried my pillow wet.

Later, I graduated, worked, and integrated into her life, and I met Zion.

I didn't know why, but the life I had longed for countless years was suffocating me.

"The birthday banquet can be held every year, but Zion is sick."

"The anniversary can be celebrated at any time, but Zion is sick."

"I won't be home for dinner. You can go first. Cancel the date..."

"Why?"

"I've to accompany Zion."

I thought love was about tolerance and compromise, so I never cared, which made them more and more presumptuous.

My family members were sick, but she was still with Zion.

I am wrong.

I shouldn't have fallen in love with Faye in the first place...

As I walked back, memories of the humble love of the past ten years flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

When I just walked down the mountain and out of the cemetery, I received a call from the cemetery management office, saying that someone wanted to demolish my family's grave, and they couldn't stop it no matter what.

I watched excavators constantly digging up the mountain.

I was extremely anxious.

"Child, we have lived a very difficult life in this lifetime. We don't want to be plagued by illness in the next life. Let's have a tombstone with no words."

I just buried my family with 17 tombstones with no words.

"Sister, my dog said he wanted to be buried here and didn't want to be disturbed by others. Let's rebuild this place to look like his little nest.

"We can offer double the price to the family of the deceased, and they will definitely agree."

Zion pulled Faye and acted spoiled, and Faye indulged him as always.

She nodded slightly, and the excavators started working.

"What are you doing?!"

When I ran out of breath and reached halfway up the mountain with my feet worn out, three excavators had joined forces to destroy the tombstones, turning them into ruins.

Some ashes had been dug out and scattered on the ground, dyeing the land pink.

"Stop! Stop!"

The excavators were buzzing so loudly that what I was saying couldn't be heard.

I didn't care about the danger and rushed forward, embracing a tombstone that was about to be shattered.

"Stop!" Faye shouted loudly.

A large pointed shovel hung over my head, just a hair's breadth away.

"Who allowed you to do this?!"

Zion didn't care. "It's not your family buried here, why are you in such a hurry? This whole cemetery belongs to our Lewis family. It's not your business to worry about compensating for money."

I pushed Zion angrily, like crazy, and with weak strength, I picked up the scattered ashes and buried them in the soil.

I cried helplessly, "Don't be afraid. The sun hasn't come out yet, and the soul won't scatter. You can reincarnate..."

But the more I picked up, the more turbulent the tears. The tears dropped into the soil, and the ashes and the soil were integrated. I couldn't pick ashes up.

How could this be...

The more anxious I became, the more chaotic my actions became. In the end, I was tripped by the tombstone, and a white porcelain urn was shattered into pieces. With a gust of wind, the ashes scattered in all directions.

"It's just a grave, what madness are you going through again, Ryan!" Faye held me back.

"Sister, this land is a good place for my dog. It cannot be delayed."

The tenderness in Faye's eyes fled.

"Continue!"

Zion walked up to me. "Ryan, since we have already dug the wordless tombstones for the wandering ghosts, we might as well compensate the family some money. Perhaps they would be happier."

I couldn't bear it anymore.

Pushing away Faye's hands, holding the sharp porcelain piece in my hand, I stabbed it straight into Zion.