She walked to the altar in a trance, smiling at the photo, "Brother, watch how I'll pull you out."
She held the photograph with both hands, clutching it tightly to her chest, still smiling, "Look, brother, I've caught you, haven't I? You can't run away anymore!" Smiling, tears silently rolled down her cheeks...
Ruan Liuzheng was frightened when she saw her behave this way. She had never seen anyone clinging to the deceased's image without letting go in the memorial hall. She wanted to step forward and remind her, but Ning Zhiqian stopped her.
Ning Zhiqian slightly shook his head, "Let her vent in her own way, we can't afford another sick person in the family."
Wen Yi fainted on the spot when she heard the news, and was still lying in the hospital.
Ruan Liuzheng's eyes were swollen, and tears once again overflowed.
