Standing in front of Wen Qin's grave, the tears in Han Siyu's eyes had already become a flood: "Mom, I've come to see you."
Han Xi bent down to place the flowers in front of Wen Qin's tombstone, raised her hand to wipe off the dust on the photo, and gave a tearful, gentle smile at Wen Qin's picture.
"Mom, I might really have to let you down, please forgive me."
Han Siyu wiped the tears from her face, knelt heavily in front of the tombstone, and kowtowed three times.
Although Han Xi didn't understand what Han Siyu meant just now, she vaguely felt that Han Siyu was about to do something bad.
After leaving the cemetery, Han Siyu deliberately slowed her pace to walk behind. She discreetly pulled a brick out of her bag and slammed it against Han Xi's head.
With a heavy blow to the back of her head, Han Xi's vision went black and she fell straight to the ground.
