Half a month later, my funeral was over.
I don't know who attended my funeral, let alone how everyone felt. The only thing I know is that my body was cremated. After being washed by the fire, only a handful of gray dust remains. The calcium-rich dust is the same as that of every person who is cremated after death.
I remember this day in my heart, the day Mo Zhiyuan died.
Then my name will be rewritten along with my destiny.