An Yunhua insisted on walking by herself, leaning on her cane to climb the steps one by one, each step making one's heart stop in fear.
Jiang Xiaohua stood with open arms, protective behind An Yunhua, not daring to relax for a moment.
Gradually, Zuo Xingyun's figure appeared in Xiang Wan's line of sight.
He was dressed in a black suit, standing silently in front of the grave, blending into the monochromatic colors of the cemetery, like a melancholic and beautiful painting.
As they approached, An Yunhua intentionally left a space between herself and Zuo Xingyun for Xiang Wan, "Wanwan, come over here quickly."
Xiang Wan stepped forward and stood between the two.
Without looking at Zuo Xingyun, she could feel that he was not looking at her either.
She focused on paying respects, arranging the offerings properly, and then bowed earnestly three times.
