Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1026: Our Son

A peaceful cemetery,

Where many people’s departed loved ones rest, their life stories and post-mortem grief intertwining to form a solemn, quiet atmosphere.

As a black car drove past, a middle-aged man in his fifties with graying temples helped his wife slowly exit the vehicle and step onto the shaded path leading to the cemetery.

Their steps were heavy, each one feeling like it weighed on their hearts. A sorrowful atmosphere surrounded the couple, as they came to commemorate that young life forever frozen in time - their son.

The couple’s faces were etched with regret and sorrow, eyes containing tears that had long since silently dried up.

They arrived at their son’s tombstone, which bore their son’s name and the precious brief span between his life’s beginning and end. Fanzi carefully placed fresh flowers, while his wife arranged the jade pendant and mementos that had accompanied their son’s growth.

They stood silently, hearts silently reciting thoughts and blessings for their son, as if those thoughts could traverse worlds, time and space to reach another unknown dimension. Every year at this time, they repeated this ritual to express their eternal love and remembrance for their son.

"Ah, silly boy... wonder how you’re doing in that world..."

Looking at the tombstone, the middle-aged man named Fanzi sighed with complex emotions.

Compared to Fanzi’s calmness, the beautiful woman beside him couldn’t help but bite her lip, staring fixedly at their son’s photo on the tombstone.

In this quiet cemetery, Yela stood before her son Yumo’s tombstone, once again feeling endless unwillingness and pain surge in her heart. Yumo’s life had ended so abruptly, and she still couldn’t accept this cruel reality. Tears silently slid from Yela’s eyes, her emotions intense - that deepest maternal love and endless grief left her at a loss, able only to express her sorrow through tears.

Fanzi looked at his wife Yela, feeling an inexplicable sadness and sympathy well up.

Though ten years had passed, for the couple, their son’s passing remained like a deep wound, piercing their hearts. He extended his arms, carefully embracing her, trying to provide some comfort and support for her grief.

"It’s okay. I know you can’t adjust so quickly, the grief will never disappear. But Yumo surely wouldn’t want his mom to be so sad. For that silly boy’s sake, don’t cry anymore, be strong."

Fanzi’s voice was somewhat hoarse but gentle and firm,

Though his voice also contained barely suppressed sorrow.

"So stop crying old lady, you’re too old to cry like a little girl."

Hugging his wife’s shoulders, Fanzi softly comforted.

Undeniably, Fanzi’s comfort was very effective, as Yela’s emotions gradually stabilized and she stopped sobbing.

However, Just as she stopped sobbing, Yela’s brows furrowed tightly, her glance toward her husband becoming strange, making the sturdy Fanzi suddenly shudder.

"Hm? What, what’s wrong?"

"What’s wrong? You... what did you just call me?"

A hint of coldness suddenly leaked from Yela’s brown eyes.

Indeed, Though Yela was no longer young,

She had maintained herself well. Though greatly impacted by losing her son, causing her to age considerably, she still looked only in her thirties, radiating mature feminine charm.

Her black hair was shiny and smooth, falling gently on her shoulders, giving an elegant and graceful impression. Her eyes were bright and deep, seeming able to see through people’s hearts, the slight crow’s feet at their corners adding some worldliness while revealing her extraordinary life experiences. Her face retained its youthful contours - though time had left some traces, it couldn’t hide her beauty.

Clearly, Yela was a woman who cared greatly about her appearance and loved beauty.

Such a lady naturally cared about how she was addressed.

"You, just now? Called me old lady?!"

"Ah? Did, did I? I, I seem to have forgotten Haha…."

Suddenly, Fanzi felt guilty, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. Though to outsiders, Yela seemed completely devoted and dependent on him, in reality... Fanzi was quite wary of his wife... after all, Yela was, in some sense, a fearsome existence.

Fanzi instantly felt regret.

Unfortunately, there’s no medicine for regret. Before Fanzi could make excuses, Yela’s two fingers suddenly thrust into his nostrils and jerked upward! Instantly, Fanzi let out a miserable howl.

"Ow ow ow!!! Honey, honey be gentle! It hurts!"

"Know it hurts? If you know it hurts, why still play dumb?"

"No, no no no! Not playing dumb! I just, I just accidentally let it slip!"

"Let it slip? Calling me old lady?! Seems that’s how you see me?!"

"No no no, that’s not it?!"

Seeing himself dig a deeper hole, Fanzi felt like crying without tears.

With no other choice, Fanzi turned pleading eyes toward their child,

"Ho-honey!! Yumo, Yumo is watching! Doing this makes me lose face as a father!"

"Watching?"

"Yes, yes... your son might be watching us from another world. So, honey, you should mind your image too. Don’t scare your son."

"..."

Though these were baseless words, Yela chose to believe them.

After giving Fanzi a stern warning look, Yela withdrew her fingers from his nose.

After all, couldn’t act up in front of their son’s tombstone.

While wiping her fingers with a handkerchief, Yela gazed at the tombstone with complex emotions,

"Sigh... if only there really was another world... At least, Yumo could continue his life in another world. Ending like this is really..."

"There will be."

Rubbing his nose, Fanzi answered without thinking.

"You’re so sure?"

"Mm, how to put it? Father’s sixth sense."

"What’s that, never heard of it."

"Call it intuition. I just feel... our son might be living comfortably in another world. Maybe even got himself a pretty wife, with lots of children?"

Fanzi waved his hand, speaking cheerfully and even somewhat exaggeratedly.

Though such exaggeration wasn’t really appropriate at their son’s grave, Fanzi seemed to want to completely relax his wife’s mood through this approach.

"Whatever, you old fool."

Yela shook her head helplessly, but a relaxed smile gradually appeared on her face.

Just then, without warning, the couple suddenly felt an indescribable heart palpitation, both shuddering, smiles freezing on their faces.

"Hm?" x2

The originally clear sky suddenly twisted, revealing a rift.

This rift seemed not to belong to this world, distorting the surrounding space as if heaven and earth’s fabric had suddenly been torn open.

This strange phenomenon quickly drew Fanzi and Yela’s attention. Their gazes were simultaneously drawn to the rift’s location.

Fanzi instinctively gripped Yela’s hand tightly, both feeling the tension in each other’s palms. Neither had ever seen such an unnatural sight - beautiful yet terrifying, carrying unknown threat and mystery.

The rift wasn’t just a visual anomaly; it seemed to carry an indescribable energy fluctuation, causing subtle vibrations in the surrounding air.

Faced with this incomprehensible, beyond-common-sense phenomenon, the two were dumbfounded, even doubting their own eyes.

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However, before they could understand the situation, the rift suddenly disappeared after another twist? As if it had never appeared, leaving only slightly wavering air and drifting clouds.

From its appearance to disappearance, the whole process took only a few brief seconds.

But it left the elderly couple deeply shocked.

? ? ? ! !

"O-old la... Did I just see something? Strange?"

Staring at the now-peaceful sky, Fanzi pinched his thigh hard while confusedly seeking confirmation from his wife.

Quickly, Fanzi received Yela’s nodding confirmation,

"Mm, you... probably didn’t see wrong, it, it seemed like... a door??? Also... Fanzi, you really want to die, huh? Calling me old lady again?!"

As soon as she finished speaking,

Yela somehow produced

A feather duster from nowhere...