The cemetery was cold and rainy.
Yu Dong held a black umbrella and stood in front of the newly dug grave, listening calmly to the priest reciting the last eulogy. In the muddy pit, the expensive sandalwood coffin was slowly lowering - inside lay his husband of two years, Dong Shichuan.
"May the Lord accept his soul and grant him eternal rest." The pastor's voice was unclear in the rain.
Dong Shichuan's mother, an elegantly dressed old lady, had almost fainted from crying and was being supported by two relatives and friends. She turned her head and looked at Yu Dong with red and swollen eyes: "My child, you have to be strong... Shichuan is most worried about you..."
Yu Dong nodded, lowering his eyes just right to cover the expression in his eyes.
Strong? Of course he will be strong. In fact, he had never felt so relaxed.
When the out-of-control truck rushed towards the sidewalk, Dong Shichuan pushed him away almost instinctively, but he was knocked out like a puppet with its strings broken. Yu Dong only remembered falling on the wet and cold ground, hearing the sharp sound of brakes, the screams of the crowd, and Dong Shichuan's last broken cry: "Dongdong——"
And now, his "savior" was lying six feet below, forever closing the eyes that once suffocated him.
The rain was getting heavier and the people attending the funeral were leaving one after another. Yu Dong turned around for the last time and walked towards the exit of the cemetery. Under the black umbrella, the corners of his mouth finally couldn't help but raise.
Free.
He is finally free.
Motto: Love and money are both important