Clara stood aside, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face, yet she dared not make a sound.

"Mom, you still have Susie, and you still have Clara. We were all there, and we will always be there..."

Alana suddenly snapped back to reality and heard Susie crying, heard her saying she was scared.

She tightly held the little sweetheart in her arms and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Alana bent down with a deep curve in her back, holding Susie tightly and crying loudly, "Susie, Grandma doesn't have her seventh son anymore. Grandma's Huck can never come back to her lively and jumping."

"Grandma never had Huck again..."

Her Huck, like the morning glow on the edge of the clouds, once appeared so brilliant, full of vitality and hope.

But she quickly disappeared from the world, and she would never see that morning glow again.

She hoped he would be like the eight or nine o'clock morning sun...

When he was a child, he would enroll in school. Every time the teacher mispronounced his name, he would always patiently correct them.

But she never had the chance to correct it again in the future, and she regretted why she didn't correct it more times.

"Grandma will never wait for Huck to come back again..." Alana cried uncontrollably.

The crowd's eyes turned red, some holding back tears. When the old lady didn't cry, they were afraid, but when she started crying, they were still afraid.

Afraid that she couldn't bear it, afraid that after she cried, she would be extremely heartbroken. What if she falls ill and can't recover?

Huck's throat kept rolling, as if it was blocked by cotton, with only tears as an outlet, continuously dripping.

He saw the pill tightly clenched in Susie's hand, and he held back his tears, somewhat coquettishly saying, "Mom, I want to eat candy."

Alana's tears streamed down as she repeatedly said, "Eat candy, good, eat candy... Huck wants to eat candy."

He must have been very miserable when he was outside. Did it hurt when he made sacrifices?

When he was a child, he was most afraid of pain. Every time he had to get a vaccination, she had to bribe him with candy.

"Sugar..." Alana frantically searched for candies.

Susie quickly poured out all the pills in her hand and said, "Grandma, here are candies..."

Alana quickly grabbed it and said, "Here, there is candy..."

Watching the old lady muttering to herself, the military personnel could no longer bear it and temporarily retreated outside, wiping their tears fiercely.

Alana handed Huck a "candy" and said, "Eat it quickly, it won't hurt anymore once you've eaten it."

Huck smiled and with tears still on his face, he refused, "I want Mom to eat with me."

Alana nodded repeatedly and, without knowing which candy was which, directly put it into her mouth.

"The sugar melted instantly, and she couldn't taste any sweetness. However, her attention is not focused on this at the moment. She didn't even notice why the sugar disappeared after entering her mouth, and she forgot when she swallowed it."

She pulled Huck up and, while tirelessly tidying his military uniform, kept on nagging:

"On the road to the underworld... Be more careful and arrive at Yama Palace earlier."

"Don't worry too much about Mom when you get there, she's doing well, nothing's wrong."

She also wanted to say, if she were to be reincarnated, could she not forget about her mother?

She also wanted to ask, if she were to be reincarnated, could she please not forget her mother?

If she could be reincarnated and reborn as a human, how could she still be his mother? How could she make things difficult for her own son, forcing him to remember her?

Alana couldn't help but cry, while giving instructions and crying at the same time.

Huck repeated over and over, "Mom, I won't leave, I will come back to see you often..."

Alana only nodded, "Alright..."

But she didn't dare to expect, after death, it is under Yama's control, and everywhere has its rules. If one can easily come back, how can there be the concept of separation between yin and yang in the world?

Martin was outside, exchanging information with the military personnel. He noted down the time to pick up the body, the time for the farewell, and the time for the burial.

Craig, unbeknownst to when, stood behind Martin, seeming to have aged ten years in an instant, silently listening to the funeral arrangements of his own son.

Michael had been standing at the door for a long time, still in a daze. He listened to his mother crying and watched his older brother handing over Huck's affairs to the military. He stared at his elderly father, hunched over with a face full of weariness, and listened.

David went forward to support him and said, "Dad, you go back first, we are here."

Craig shook his head and said, "Let me do it instead. Your mom can't handle these matters anymore. We need an elder to take charge..."

The wind and snow howled, drowning out the sound behind Craig.

Ryan and Judah, standing outside the door, were also overwhelmed. Their hands and feet were freezing cold, and with a glance at the surroundings, they both felt like the world had turned dark.