This bout of unbridled grief had lasted a long time.
The moon was gradually replaced by the rising sun.
Sunlight scattered over the three of them.
Chu Dazhuang and his companions had also dressed themselves.
The sun shone on the photograph atop Zhang Shuhui's gravestone, where Zhang Shuhui's smile was brilliantly bright.
Under normal circumstances, if Zhang Shuhui saw Chu Dazhuang, she would have definitely greeted him warmly with small talk.
Only now, it was no longer possible for her to speak to Chu Dazhuang.
The heavy mood of the three had also been relieved by the events that had just taken place.
At this moment, the three of them sat in front of the grave, and the faces of Reba and Nazha finally showed a faint smile.
"Big Brother Dazhuang,"
After a moment of contemplation, Reba looked up at Chu Dazhuang.
With that look, Chu Dazhuang immediately understood her meaning and chuckled.
