Sweet Wife in My Arms

"Huanhuan....." Ye Shuyun came over and put her hand on Yan Huan's hair, which she then gently caressed. The poor child. Who could be so hard-hearted as to treat a child without a mother in this way?

"It's all right." Ye Shuyun consoled Yan Huan.

"We will put your mother's ashes in the temple, and ask a senior monk to perform religious ceremonies to help her soul find peace, okay?"

"All right." Yan Huan gently caressed the bone ash box in her arms, just like how her mother held her when she was a child. But she could not do too much for her mother. What she had now, her mother could not feel nor enjoy.

Her mother was already cold, and this was a cold bone ash box. The ashes inside were long less than full.

And to a daughter, these things were actually her deepest, but also the most painful thoughts.

Because she already had no mother.

Yan Huan carefully handed the bone ash box in her arm to a master. The master lightly nodded at Yan Huan and only then put down the bone ash box he was holding to recite scriptures to perform the religious ceremony to help the soul find peace.

"Actually, I don't know if this is going to be effective," Yan Huan said as she looked at her mother inside the bone ash box wrapped in a red cloth, "I just want to let her rest in peace in a place. I also know that when people die, it's like a light extinguished. Once she died, she was dead. And what she did not get to enjoy before in her life, the good food she did not eat, the things she did not have and the scenery she did not get to see, those can no longer belong to her."

She lowered her eyelashes, and then extended her hand as she said, "In fact, what I cannot bear the most is my mother who used to hold my hand and comb my hair, has now become a mound of powder. She will no longer call my name and be concerned about me. She will no longer prepare a good meal for me to eat. She will not console me when I cry, she will not be by my side when I'm afraid. She will also not watch over me all night when I fall sick. It was very lonely and painful when she passed away."

"In fact, when I looked at my mother's appearance at the time, I was thinking, in fact, it would be better if she died. That way, she no longer needed to suffer. She had never lived a good life. The world for her was really too cruel."

"Tell me..." She looked up and asked Lu Yi, "Is it that my mother has any sins, or is it that I have sinned? Is it because both my mother and I, her daughter, had created too many sins in our past lives? How did she end up in such a state in the end where she could not live well and could not rest peace?"

Ah, crush the bones and scatter the ashes.

Who would not know how serious the phrase was?

And only half of her mother's ashes was now inside that bone ash box. This to Yan Huan was actually thoughts and memories. No matter how many religious ceremonies were performed for her soul and how expensive and beautiful the bone ash box was, it was useless. Her mother was still dead. It was not the same for her. She still had a mother who was alive and cherished her.

Lu Yi took her shoulders and then held her gently.

"She never felt that she was suffering in her life." Lu Yi also looked at the bone ash box with total respect because it was the mother who gave birth to Yan Huan. Without her, there would be no Yan Huan and there would be no three children whom he loved.

He did not believe that to Yan Huan's mother, her life was a tragedy and full of suffering, and that her death had freed her of her worldly worries.

"It isn't?" Yan Huan laughed miserably.

"No, it's not." Lu Yi turned around and put his arm over her shoulder. Then he stared deeply into her eyes and said, "Believe me, your mother was happy in her life. Although she had suffered and was also in pain, she had you as well. You are the biggest and also the most wonderful surprise in her life, Because she had you, her life was able to continue due to you. She would sacrifice anything for you, she would tolerate any suffering because of you. Her biggest regret was not because of the hardships she had to suffer in her life. It was because she could not accompany you to the end, and watch you get married, have children, see that you have a good life."

"Really?" Yan Huan's red lips quivered as she said, "My mother really didn't blame me? She would never blame me for these disasters? For never letting her have a good life while she was alive and not receiving peace after she was dead."

"Really." Lu Yi tidied her hair and said, "You're a mother yourself. Put yourself in her shoes, think of Xunxun, think of Xiao Qi and Xiao Guang and you will understand the kind of love that your mother had for you at the time."

"She loved you, she would not blame you."

And amid the smoke rising in spirals was the sound of a peaceful chanting.

They could not hear what was being chanted, but they could hear the compassion within the dreamlike voice.

The Buddha said there were eight kinds of suffering in life. They were the sufferings of birth, aging, sickness, death, having to meet with those whom one hated, having to part from those whom one loved, being unable to obtain what one desired, and the suffering arising from the five components that constituted one's body and mind.

And the Buddha said, "Life is tough."

Yan Huan covered her own face. She knelt outside the temple, crying till she was almost choked with sobs. Just like after her mother left her, she also hid alone like this and did not dare to let Yi Ling find out. She secretly cried, but after crying, she also continued to live.

Lu Yi had been standing here the entire time. He did not go over, because he knew that Yan Huan needed this time and needed such a way to vent the sadness she could not suppress her heart.

She had suffered too much. She had suffered in her past life and also suffered in this life.

They all thought that they had finished traversing some of the suffering. They thought that their misfortune was over.

In fact, they did not know that some things were really just starting, and that pair of hands bringing with them the disasters are also pressing down in the sky above them, not knowing when they would be able to part the clouds to see the clear moon. They did not know when the sky would clear after the rain.

Sun Yuhan wore a pink diamond ring on her hand. The big pink stone on top of it was bigger than the one Yan Huan had. It was also more expensive and certainly more difficult to get.

"Grandpa, did you say that the grave of the woman's mother was dug up and her ashes were destroyed?" Sun Yuhan asked Ye Jianguo, finding it somewhat hard to believe. When did this thing happen? It was really amazing.

"Yes, I also don't know who did it. But it doesn't matter who did it. It ended up avenging you as a result." Ye Jianguo gently caressed his granddaughter's hair, just like how he used to touch his daughter's hair in the past. He was equally gentle and also felt the same feeling of love.

It was the granddaughter who was connected to his bloodline.

"Grandpa, did that woman really have her ashes scattered? But who could be so vicious enough to destroy other people's ashes? Who would have thought?" Sun Yuhan was in a good mood now. No, she was in an excellent mood. She would do whatever to cause other people pain. She was happy with matters that made other people cry.

She just liked to build her happiness upon other people's suffering. Wasn't it very fun and interesting?