Condolences.
Madam Brulee stroked the butterfly that was about to spread its wings and fly away as she lamented softly, "How can I have the right to mourn? Everything started because of us. This world that has been chaotic for hundreds of thousands of years should return to the right track now."
Madam Brulee suddenly turned around and looked at the children standing under the long corridor behind the peony garden.
She and Jun Qing's children and grandchildren stood there quietly as they looked at her with sorrow.
They seemed to have sensed Madam Brulee's decision.
"Children." Madam Brulee stood in the peony garden and smiled at her children as she said with relief, "This is our fate, so we can't escape it. The mayor has left, so it's time for the Great Dao to be revived. As for me, it's time for me to leave as well."
