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"Tianyu, stop torturing yourself, your sister-in-law passed away peacefully," Su Jinhua approached Ling Tianyu, affectionately stroked his hair, sighing inwardly at the child's tough life. From now on, they would have to rely on each other for survival.
"Gone?" Ling Tianyu shook his head with a smile, stood up, and looked at the burial clothes that Huang Tingting had just bought, taking them from her hands.
"Let me do it, Tianyu," Huang Tingting shook her head, knowing the pain in Tianyu's heart must be immense. It was better if he didn't see them, to spare him the additional grief, but Ling Tianyu directly threw the burial clothes into the trash can. There was no need for them now, what use were burial clothes?
"Tianyu, you..." Witnessing this scene, both Su Jinhua and Huang Tingting were shocked and confused. Why throw them away?
Huang Tingting hurried to pick them up, but Ling Tianyu grabbed her arm and stopped her.