Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 318

The church was nestled in a valley, ringed by mountains.

From the dip in the hills, a cluster of red-roofed buildings with gilded domes cascaded down the slope in tiers-a breathtaking sight.

As Mila made her way up the incline, she passed groups of worshippers in

crimson robes, hurrying by with purpose. The narrow lanes echoed with the steady murmur of prayers drifting from each chapel she walked past, and every so often, the faint scent of incense lingered in the air.

She glanced up just in time to spot several vultures wheeling overhead, their massive wings slicing the sky as their cries rang out, sharp and wild. They soared toward one of the distant mountain peaks.

It felt as if she were standing on the threshold between heaven and earth.

Mila paused on the slope, watching the vultures until they disappeared. She lingered for a moment longer, then turned to continue climbing-when a deep, gentle voice called out from behind, resonant enough to settle the soul.

"Miss, do you know where the vultures are flying?"

Mila started in surprise.

She turned to find, not far behind her, a priest in a crimson cassock, eyes gently closed and face turned in her direction. His expression radiated warmth and kindness.

Unsure how to answer, Mila simply shook her head, but the priest showed no reaction.

Her gaze lingered on his closed eyes, and a realization dawned. Hesitating, she offered a tentative answer.

"To the funeral platform?"

She'd read about the local traditions.

The sky burials.

the

mortuary priest, who would prepare the body for the waiting vultures.

seem harsh, but to the locals, it was an act of ultimate compassion—a final good deed,

The soul ascended.

the

unique understanding of

asked, "Would you

head. "No, I wouldn't want

gently and shifted topics without effort. "Then

have you found the

Mila froze.

at the priest, and in that instant, the world seemed to recede

It was strangely profound.

she could only answer,

end to

"Yes."

keep going, child. You'll get

stirred. Mila took a step forward, the words tumbling out before she

find the answer I'm looking for

"Tell me can't you

"Hear what?"

strained, desperate, as if on the verge of breaking free. She hurried forward, pressing him, "What am

surge of worshippers in crimson robes streamed up the slope, brushing past the two