After dinner, Xiao Yan returned to her room, while Zhang Tong kneeled again in the spirit shed to offer incense and burn paper for her father.
As for those relatives from other villages, those with cars went straight home, while those without cars went for a stroll in the village.
Outside the courtyard gate.
Liu Cuihua leaned against the wall, looking at the silent Wang Chen with a smile, "What? After hearing about my past, you feel some sympathy for me?"
Wang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, "Cuihua, I really didn't expect that you had experienced such a tragedy."
Liu Cuihua scoffed, "What tragedy? To me, it's just a laughable past."
Wang Chen shook his head, "You're just good at concealing it. In fact, I can hear some sadness in your voice. At the same time, I think I understand why you've become the way you are now."
