"Mom, I miss you so much."
Reba wept with tears streaming down her face like raindrops on pear blossoms, while Nazha cried just as heart-rendingly beside her.
They stepped forward and knelt directly in front of Zhang Shuhui's spiritual tablet, crying incessantly.
Chu Dazhuang stood still, uncertain of what to say.
He always felt as though everything had started because of him.
If Chu Dazhuang hadn't been there, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Watching the sisters cry, their tears falling like pear blossoms in the rain, Chu Dazhuang's heart also ached. After thinking for a while, he finally cast his gaze upon the photograph on the spiritual tablet.
The sisters reached out their hands, continuously touching the photograph on the tablet, alternating between crying and laughing.
Indeed, it was like this because not long ago, their mother was still beside them, talking and laughing.
But now, she had departed from this world.
