He lit a cigarette helplessly as the sporadic bouts of crying from his family made him irritated.
What good does crying do?
It doesn't help matters, it only serves to vent one's emotions.
Having finished his cigarette, Lu Yebai stood up from the couch. The call from his father had ended. He walked over to Lady Lu and muttered quietly, "I'm heading back first."
Lady Lu's tears were already dried up. She sat there stiffly, her face as pale as paper, with only her eyes filled with a blood-red color.
Upon hearing Lu Yebai's words, she slowly lifted her head to look at him. "Are you going to take her back with you?"
"..."
"She's a murderer," Lady Lu spat the words out through gritted teeth, "She killed your brother! Yebai, you must avenge him..."
Lu Yebai responded with a hint of irritation, "You know very well that this wasn't her..."
