Zhang Xici finished speaking and took two steps forward, looking at Buddha in his neat military uniform before her. She raised her hand as if to touch his cheek, but pulled it back halfway.
"His brows and eyes look so much like his father's," she whispered, a murmur filled with nostalgia and sighing emotion, heard only by Zhang Rishan, who had just returned with the dagger.
Zhang Rishan said nothing. Instead, he cleanly sliced open the wrists of the two Buddhas, who were lying side by side, and pressed their bleeding wrists together.
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