Su Ningyan felt so ashamed. After such an incident, how could she have any face left to meet with anyone?
Perhaps, in the future, anyone with An An will also suffer the pointing and whispering.
Su Ningyan went into a small store nearby and bought a scarf to hide her face.
She bought a few bottles of beer and, like a rat crossing the street, she avoided the crowd and headed to the Heaven Cemetery.
At this moment, it seemed like only where her mother was could offer her a sense of safety.
Lin Xiaozhu's grave was on the hillside.
In the cemetery, it was not Qingming Festival, so not many people were there to pay tribute.
Su Ningyan advanced along the stone path, rearranging her clothes, she had several injuries on her body.
Her left hand was swollen from being stepped on. She didn't want her mother to see her in such a disheveled state.
She wondered whether her mother was watching over her from heaven?
About ten or so minutes later, Su Ningyan found Lin Xiaozhu's grave.
