Qian Yixiu cried her heart out. Even though she had no interaction with her junior uncle, even though she had only squatted in the corner and observed him for over half a month, she really, truly liked that handsome and astute junior uncle. She saw how he showed filial piety to his parents, how he cared for his sister, and how he wickedly tempted his silly mother into doing those embarrassingly mushy things…
His voice and smile are still vivid in her mind, yet now they are separated by life and death, destined for different paths. Originally, she was the one separated from him by the realm of ghosts and humans; now, their positions have reversed.
If only he were still alive, life for the family would be so much easier, and she wouldn't have to struggle so much. Perhaps her mother's illness would have improved.
The entire family mourned deeply, crying for the better part of the day before returning home.
