After venting, Bright Sampton wanted to reach out and give Jane Sampson a hug, but as he stretched out his hand, he realized he was holding an urn.
Bright Sampton looked at Jane Sampson, his handsome face suddenly turned pale with fear.
"Sister, you're standing right here, so whose ashes have I been holding all day?" Bright Sampton stammered as he spoke.
His first reaction was almost to throw the urn into the trash can next to him, but as his hand moved forward, he suddenly remembered that it was an urn, not other trash that could be casually discarded.
He just awkwardly and fearfully held up the urn while staring at Jane Sampson.
Seeing that Bright Sampton seemed ready to throw the hot potato at her, Jane Sampson mischievously dodged behind Old Master Black, waving her hand at Bright Sampton, "Don't give it to me! I'm not holding someone else's ashes! Especially someone I don't even know. Just thinking about it scares me to death! I don't want to have nightmares tonight."
