Yan's mother lay on the cold tombstone, stroking Yan Zhenzhen's photo with one hand, crying convulsively.
"Aunt, please preserve your dignity in grief,"
Lin Shuangshuang comforted her from the side, "Believe that Zhenzhen in heaven doesn't want to see you so heartbroken."
As if clutching at a lifeline, Yan's mother tightly grasped Lin Shuangshuang's hand, "Shuangshuang, you must help Zhenzhen!"
"Aunt, don't worry, I will definitely help,"
Yan's mother shook her head violently, her expression suddenly changing and becoming delirious, "Zhenzhen came to me in a dream, saying she was killed by someone... She said it hurt so much and asked me to avenge her. Shuangshuang, our Zhenzhen really suffered too much, you must help her."
"Aunt, the real culprit has been found and will soon be executed,"
"No!"
Yan's mother stared at her with piercing eyes, "That so-called real culprit is just a scapegoat."
