hing as the urn was gradually buried in the earth, forming a small mound.Tears rolled silently, gathering along the fair cheeks and dropping to the chin, one by one, disappearing into the soil. 。"Boom...re. Dozens of books lined up on the bookshelf—how long would a child possibly take to read them all!The night owl embraced her shoulders and whispered, "Reading is not a bad thing." Saying that, he ra...