In front of Zhang Shuhui's grave, the moonlight bathed Chu Dazhuang in a ghostly light.
Chu Dazhuang was silent, not uttering a word, his hands clenched into fists, taking slow, deliberate steps.
The graveyard was not far from the village; all who died in Peach Blossom Village were laid to rest there.
And so was Zhang Shuhui.
Chu Dazhuang's destination was Zhang Shuhui's grave.
"Auntie Shu Hui."
Chu Dazhuang murmured to himself, his eyes filled with complexity.
Just a month ago, Auntie Shu Hui was still joking with him, even standing up to old Nicholas for his sake.
But who could have imagined, now she had become a departed soul, forever separated from this world.
Chu Dazhuang walked slowly but with unwavering determination.
Following Wang Guiqin, she was the second woman Chu Dazhuang could not forget.
"Rest assured, I will make Nicholas pay the price and avenge you!"
Chu Dazhuang declared, pressing forward resolutely.
