**April 29, 2025, 16:37. **
The phone screen lit up, and the news feed pierced Song Huai's line of sight:
**[Breaking news: A tanker truck exploded on Yushilan Avenue, causing serious damage to Dongqiang District, with unknown casualties]**
His fingertips hovered, but he didn't click on it.
Because at the same moment, a new message popped up in the chat box——
Jiang Shixian: [Happy birthday, Xiao Song!
Song Huai stared at the line of words and suddenly smiled.
But the next second, another message followed:
Pei Xueshi: [Don't cry.
He was stunned, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.
——He didn't cry.
As Pei Xueshi wished, he didn't shed a single tear.
Until the day of the funeral.
After the crowd dispersed, Song Huai stood alone in front of the tombstone and clicked on the silent dialog box again.
Then he froze.
At some point, there was a message there that he had never read before——
Maybe it's the network delay, maybe it's a cruel trick of fate.
Pei Xueshi: [Live on with my share.
In the black and white photo, Pei Xueshi was still smiling at him.
Song Huai finally cried.
Purpose: Love that spans life and death