Days slid by, and it was deep autumn now, with the weather turning colder and colder.
Although she didn't like Daya, Yang Ruxin still wanted to set up a funeral mound for the little girl, so that she could rest in peace in the Netherworld, and hopefully be reborn into a good family in the future. She especially hoped that the girl's personality could change and not be so stubborn anymore.
In reality, this should have been done by her own parents, but the Dong Family didn't care at all.
To set up a funeral mound, one must have the deceased's clothing.
Yang Ruxin once again stepped through the gates of the old house.
"A funeral mound?" Dong Family's expression became strange after hearing Yang Ruxin's words, and even let out a cold laugh while looking at her, "Who are you putting on this charade for?"
Yang Ruxin frowned.
