The movements were gentle yet powerful, as if injecting Bruce with an invisible force.

He looked at Bruce with firm eyes, as if conveying a belief.

As the funeral officially began, the air became filled with a heavier sense of sadness.

The pastor's low and solemn voice echoed in the cemetery, and every syllable sounded like a heavy sigh.

Qin Yang retreated to a hidden position, which was a corner hidden by tall trees and dense bushes.

The footsteps were as light as falling leaves, and every step was taken carefully, for fear of making any sound that would break the solemn atmosphere.

He hid behind a huge pine tree, the trunk of which was thick and ancient, and the rough bark looked like scales left by time.

Mottled light and shadows are cast between the gaps between the pine needles, making the figure more hidden.

He looked at Bruce from afar as he stood in front of his parents' tombstone.

Bruce's back looked so lonely and weak, his black suit swaying gently in the wind, like a leaf struggling in the dark.

His shoulders were trembling slightly, a sign of trying hard to suppress the grief in his heart.

Every movement seemed like a slow-motion shot, filled with endless sadness and reluctance.

Every word of his eulogy seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, spreading clearly in the silent air and deeply touching Qin Yang's heart.

Bruce faced the tombstone and said firmly: "Mom and Dad, I will remember everything you taught me - courage, justice, and love that never gives up.

I will use these to illuminate the darkness and protect this city."

There was a burning fire in his eyes, which was the strength drawn from grief.

His lips trembled slightly, and every word was like a sacred oath, echoing solemnly in the air.

His hands were clenched tightly in front of him, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was holding on tightly to those beautiful memories and his parents' teachings.

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After the funeral, the crowd gradually dispersed, like a quiet beach left behind after the tide receded.

Bruce sat alone in a corner of the manor, surrounded by a low garden wall and a few withered roses.

He sat on a somewhat worn stone bench, the surface of which had become uneven due to the erosion of time, wind and rain.

His body seemed to have lost support, leaning forward slightly, with his hands hanging limply at his sides.

He stared at the night sky in a daze. The night sky was like a huge piece of black satin, dotted with twinkling stars. Those stars were like distant hopes, yet so out of reach.

Qin Yang came to him quietly again, and this time, he chose to sit directly next to Bruce.

The movements are gentle and natural, like a gentle breeze passing by.

He gently lifted the corner of his clothes and slowly sat down on the stone bench. The stone bench made an extremely slight "creaking" sound. In this silent environment, the sound was like a whisper in the night.

Qin Yang said softly: "Bruce, what you said today is very powerful."

The voice was like a trickle of water, gentle and soft, and every word seemed to carry encouragement and affirmation.

His eyes were fixed on Bruce, full of approval and warmth.

Bruce turned to look at Qin Yang, smiled slightly, and although there was still some bitterness in that smile, he said: "Thank you.

Sometimes, talking it out makes you feel better.

Qin Yang, you know what? Sometimes I feel like I have too much on my shoulders, but when I see you and people like you, I believe there is still hope for this world. "

A smile is like a flower trying hard to bloom in the cold winter. Although it is fragile, it is full of desire for sunshine.

There was a complex light flashing in her eyes, which showed gratitude towards Qin Yang as well as confusion and expectation for the future.

His hair was scattered on his forehead in a messy manner. A few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead, just like his tangled thoughts.

Qin Yang said seriously: “Bruce, each of us has our own mission.

Yours is to protect Gotham, and mine is to do my best to help everyone who needs me. Including you."

His expression was serious and solemn, as if he was telling a great truth.

Her eyes were bright and firm, like two shining stars.

He sat up straight with his hands on his knees, showing calmness and confidence.

Bruce nodded, and with a new light in his eyes, he said: "Qin Yang, you are not only my friend, but also a beacon on my way forward.

Thank you for always being by my side."

The nodding movement was slow and powerful, as if making a promise to oneself.

His eyes were full of respect and dependence, like a person groping in the dark seeing a light in the distance.

His breathing became steadier, as if he had drawn strength from Qin Yang's words.

As the night deepened, everything around them seemed to be swallowed by darkness, only the corner where they were seemed to be shrouded in a special atmosphere.

Qin Yang looked up at the starry sky and said, "Bruce, I believe that one day, you will be the one who changes Gotham.

And I will always be by your side, supporting you."

He raised his head slightly and looked up at the vast starry sky.

The starry sky is like a huge painting, showing endless mysteries and unknowns.

His eyes were full of longing for the future and trust in Bruce.

His fingers lightly slid across the air, as if depicting Bruce's glorious future.

Bruce looked at Qin Yang, his eyes full of gratitude and said: "Qin Yang, you are also my role model.

Your courage, wisdom and perseverance showed me what a true hero is."

His eyes were like two deep lakes, reflecting Qin Yang's figure.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a genuine smile.

His body moved closer to Qin Yang, as if absorbing the strength and warmth emanating from Qin Yang.

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Hero? Maybe.

But in my opinion, what is more important is that we can all become who we want to be and live out our own values.”

A smile is like the brightest star in the night sky, warm and bright.

His eyes were narrowed into slits, as if he was thinking about a deeper philosophy.

He patted Bruce's shoulders gently with both hands, as if giving him encouragement and blessings.

As the night deepened, Qin Yang knew it was time to say goodbye.

But this separation is not an end, but a new beginning.

The night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness and blowing up the corners of Qin Yang's windbreaker.

Qin Yang stood up, his movements quick and graceful.

The body seemed to be pulled up by an invisible force and straightened instantly.

He held out his hand and said, “Take care, Bruce.

We still have a long way to go, but I believe that no matter what difficulties we encounter, we can overcome them together."

Hands are stretched forward firmly, arms are stretched straight, like a bridge transmitting strength.

The palms are broad and powerful, and the fingers are long and straight. (End of this chapter)