Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Annie opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She stared blankly at the water, her body covered with a blue cloth. Who could have imagined that she would be covered with that cloth today?

Did my parents find out?

Are they rushing over now?

Is her father holding the boarding pass, unconsciously folding it, while her mother cries, on the verge of passing out?

Annie suddenly felt a lump in her throat and regretted it.

Why did she care about other people’s lives? She had put her own life at stake in the unnecessary fight.

Is it worth it?

Even if she had not died, was it worth coming to Cloud Province just to prove a point to each other, saying, “If you have the guts, come here”?

Both of them had intended to go to Cloud Province for fun.

Before leaving, they excitedly told their classmates that they were going on a trip to Cloud Province and would take some beautiful photos and bring back local specialties for them!

But neither Annie nor Catalina expected that the other would come.

Neither of them expected that this trip would be the end of their lives.

From arguing in the comments online to exchanging private messages.

And from exchanging private messages to sharing locations.

them to have a friendly conversation, but they were unwilling to back down and instead confronted each other with hostility, pointing fingers and

explained the

shouted while holding her daughter’s body, “Impossible! My daughter would never argue with anyone! I know my daughter. She doesn’t even like to

dear Catalina, is

her

only sigh, and the rescue personnel remained silent, feeling

seen too

not offer much comfort, as only family members could truly understand the

forgotten about their mission to die again. Annie stood

met, they began to cry and accuse each other. Ultimately, they turned to their phones and discovered

saw their faces in the funeral

road they could never return to. It became

deaths was also revealed. Following their final clearing on the internet, there were numerous

matter and

petty and narrow-minded. It’s better off

ridiculous! Don’t men fight? Many

and women instead of mourning the unfortunate deaths of

…

did indeed die

in rumors and

faces had regained their

were

go; it’s time to move on.” The passionate spirit hunched over, leaning

Everything is fast… That’s why you easily end up

to argue like this. By the

time had changed and there