Everyone kept silent, rising one after another and filing out of the inner room, leaving the young husband and wife who would soon be eternally-divided by life and death.
Di Qiu and Di Yue had also been brought in from outside, and when they saw Liu Sisi emerge, they immediately rushed over to her.
"Grandmother, my mom..."
Di Qiu was nearly seven years old by now, at an especially sensitive age, and understood the meaning of life and death. He leaned into Liu Sisi's embrace, his little body trembling uncontrollably.
And the timid little Di Yue, just over three years old, clung to Liu Sisi from in front, sucking on her index finger and blinking her bewildered large eyes, clearly not yet understanding the meaning of death and unable to comprehend the weeping of everyone around her.
"Be good! Don't cry, Qiu'er, don't cry, be good!"
The consolations were feeble and pale, everyone was immersed in a sea of sorrow.
