Holding the urn, Shen Yiyi collapsed to the side. The urn fell from her hand.
Bang! The lid of the urn opened and the ashes inside were blown away by the wind.
The wind suddenly stopped. Shen Yiyi stared blankly at the urn that had fallen to the ground.
After a while, she regained her senses and shouted heart-wrenchingly, "Mother—"
All the guests were stunned. The wind came too suddenly and they had not even reacted.
When they regained their senses, they saw an empty urn on the ground.
Shen Yiyi hugged the urn and wept bitterly in self-reproach. Old Master Shen did not expect such a thing to happen. After his shock, he hurriedly consoled his daughter.
"Alright, Yiyi. Perhaps your mother likes freedom and doesn't want to stay in this urn. Don't be too sad."
"The wind just now was so strange…"
Mdm Cao spoke softly with lingering fear.
