"Have your parents gone back?"
Shen Siyuan put away his phone and looked at Chang Qingsong, who was walking towards him.
Chang Qingsong nodded, looking a bit forlorn. Although he had been deceased for many years, he had never truly been apart from his parents. So this farewell was sadder and more disappointing for him than it was for his parents.
"Are they alright?" Shen Siyuan asked casually.
Thinking of the two elderly people, Chang Qingsong finally smiled.
"They're fine. I can tell they're not sad, maybe even a bit relieved because they can finally let go," Chang Qingsong said.
Shen Siyuan understood; humans feel grief at the end of life, but if death is not the endpoint, just a new beginning, then perhaps it isn't so hard.
Chang Qingsong's parents probably had this mindset. Their son had a good place to go to, allowing them to completely let go of their worries.
"That's good. You should go back into the banner."
