Whitley Baine seemed to have said everything she knew in a simple way, and her footsteps resumed.
This time, Yvonne Young didn't try to stop her, but looked at her retreating figure and asked, "Youngest Aunt, where are you going now?"
Whitley Baine didn't look back, but shook her head with her back to Yvonne Young, "I don't know, I'll just walk around."
She was completely different from before, seeming indifferent, but also filled with despair.
Yvonne Young was lost in thought for a while before turning back to her mother's memorial hall, murmuring to the portrait, "Mom, what do you think she's after?"
She took out three incense sticks, lit them with a candle, and bowed to the portrait.
Yvonne Young sat on the sofa all night, dozing off occasionally and lighting more incense when it ran out.
She finally fell asleep when the sky was getting light, only to be awakened by the smell of burning paper.
