Zhao Peng's parents had passed away a long time ago. These two elders were his grandparents who had raised him since he was young. The death of their son and daughter-in-law had already dealt them a huge blow. They did not expect their beloved grandson to be gone now.
Su Li comforted Zhao Peng's grandparents. "Grandpa and grandma, my condolences to you. The dead can't be revived. You have to live strong now. Otherwise, Zhao Peng won't be at ease watching from the sky!"
The old man wiped his tears. "We're already so old. The yellow soil is already buried to our necks. We don't have much time left to live. It doesn't matter if we die early or late."
Afraid that they would seek death, Su Li persuaded, "Grandpa, don't say that. If you're all gone, who will offer incense to him in the future?"
Once a person lost their spiritual support, it was easy for them to commit suicide because they had no reason to live.
The old couple let out a long sigh.
