She was so tired.
It was a kind of tiredness that spread out from deep within her heart.
As she looked at Madam Qiao's black and white portrait, she swore in her heart that she would let Uncle get back on his feet and find out the real culprit who had destroyed their Qiao family!
On the day of Madam Qiao's burial, it was drizzling.
An Feng knelt in front of the tombstone and fainted from crying too much. Yan Hua and Bo Yan helped An Feng away.
Nan Zhi stood in front of the tombstone and then looked at Yi Fan who was holding an umbrella over her, saying in a hoarse voice, "Butler Yi, you can go first. I want to be alone for a while."
Yi Fan sighed and said nothing else, leaving after putting down the big black umbrella.
Nan Zhi's legs turned weak and she knelt down.
The drizzle made her hair wet and her long and thick eyelashes were also wet.
