There's a folk belief that says the yin energy is heavy in the afternoon, and the deceased are reluctant to leave, thus cremation is not suitable at that time.
Some believe it, others do not.
Ronan Filan's mother believed it and set up a Mourning Hall in the funeral home, waiting to cremate the body the next day.
Zoe was also there.
The cries in the corridor of the Mourning Hall never ceased, and Ronan Filan's mother had exhausted her voice.
"Zoe, I'm begging you, I'm kneeling and begging you, give birth to the child. You don't have to raise it, I will."
Zoe came from a single-parent family.
Zoe only had her mother and knew the bumps and bruises faced by children from single-parent families as they grow up.
Zoe did not relent, Ronan Filan's mother became increasingly distraught, and all the resentment buried in her heart, like a breached dam, began to release ferociously.
"When Lei was alive, he was so good to you, can you really be so heartless?"
