"Can't I just complain? She has been dead for so many years. For so many years, Mom has been depressed and locking herself in her room because of her death. Every time she comes out, she just kneels in front of the Bodhisattva and prays for her!" Feng Mingzhu said and raised her hand to rub her forehead, which was aching because of drunkenness. "I'm so fed up."
"It's just because you refuse to forget her that the Li family will come out with such an excuse! Li Nanheng would rather marry her clothes than marry me! The Li family has hurt me, but you're still commemorating her!" Feng Mingzhu pointed to the emerald Buddha beads in Qin Qiu's hands and the old baby clothes laid flat on the table. "How long will this last? Do we have to live under this shadow for the rest of our lives?"
Hearing her words, Grandma Feng frowned. "Mingzhu…"
