Zhu Shuanghua tore up the paper slip in her hands, scattering the pieces in the wind.
As the white fragments fluttered up and down, she said coldly, "She's the least qualified, and Ah Jin would never care for her..."
Jiang Yi didn't know what to say to that,
She used a white handkerchief to wipe the photo on her mother's tombstone clean. In the photo was Jiang Jin, who shared the same facial features as Jiang Yi, as if she were smiling at them.
Zhu Shuanghua cried for a while and also prattled on for a bit.
With her eyes wet, Jiang Yi finally helped Zhu Shuanghua up, and the two of them said goodbye to Jiang Jin before leaving the cemetery.
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On the way back, Zhu Shuanghua's emotions remained very low.
She occasionally dabbed at the tears at the corners of her eyes with a tissue and said to Jiang Yi, "I couldn't make it back to see your mother for the last time when she passed away; you have no idea how this has always been an unresolved knot in my heart."
