"Grandma, take care. On the way to the underworld, forget the past, let go of everything, and live happily in your next life."
Grandma, take care.
At Grace's memorial service, Vincent and Stella were both dressed in black. Everyone's expressions were solemn. Grace's portrait was placed in front of them. Everyone bowed and offered flowers and prayers. Vincent and Stella stood on both sides.
RK brought Adrian with him, and the little boy knelt and kowtowed to his great-grandmother. His eyes were watery and tears streamed down his face.
Was his great-grandmother dead? Would he never see her again after death? Where did she go? Why did people have to die?
RK took Adrian's hand and stood by the side, silently looking at Grace's portrait.
"Bad Uncle, is Great-Grandmother dead? When will she wake up? Will I not be able to see her anymore?"Adrian looked at RK curiously.