No matter who came to offer incense to Yu Zhaohui, Tang Yu always knelt aside, her face downturned.
Her long hair half-covered her pale, small face, and she looked utterly dejected.
Not many people came, and after offering incense, they went next door for the mourning meal.
Ye Xianghua watched Tang Yu, who stayed motionless on the ground, worried about her knees and wanted her to get up and move around.
Just as she was about to go over, someone else arrived.
Ye Xianghua looked at the newcomer, taken aback.
She had not invited them.
Lin Shuhuan was in the front, with Ye Yuli and Zhou Qinghua following behind. Together they walked to Yu Zhaohui's black and white photograph.
As Ye Yuli was about to take an incense stick, Lin Shuhuan stopped him, "There's no need. This kind of person deserved to die. I only came here to see how she ended up."