At one in the morning.
In the entire town, apart from the street lamps, only the ancestral hall was brightly lit.
Because it was late, the masters went to rest. The people on the night watch couldn't take it anymore and went to the room next door to slack.
At this moment, a twenty-five-year-old woman secretly walked to the boy's coffin. She leaned against the coffin and cried. "Hanghang, Mommy's darling, I'm here to accompany you."
The young woman sat there in a daze with her fingers on the coffin, and her eyes were dark. She kept saying the same thing over and over like a puppet.
At this moment, an old madam walked out from the side and said unhappily, "Master said that the Yin Qi is heavy here at night. He told you not to come over and accompany Hangzhou. Why are you here again?"
The young woman acted as if she did not hear anything, her fingers still subconsciously caressing the coffin.
