"Yes, yes, all my stuff is the best!"
Uncle Yimeng took the money and handed her the items, his smile radiating an earnestness that could hardly be conveyed in just a few words, could it?
Clutching the heavy bouquet, Shu Shuang's tears began to fall, like a broken string, watering the glistening daisies.
Actually, she fucking knew that all this after-the-fact effort was utterly pointless, no matter how many flowers she wrapped, Stone wouldn't come back!
Staring at the Martyrs' Cemetery that was too close for comfort, Shu Shuang felt as if her legs were leaden, each step unbearably heavy, and so oppressed she hardly saw the broken bricks beneath her feet, nearly tripping over them.
"Shuang Niuniu, your sister knows you're hurting, but what's done is done; we have to bear it and we absolutely cannot fall, got it?"
