"Uncle, Auntie, please get up, I've forgiven you." Zhang Xiaoxue's eyes brimmed with tears, finally feeling accepted by her relatives after her father's death.
However, Zhang Tie and Mo Li didn't get up; they were waiting, waiting for Xia Liu and the villagers to speak.
"Hmph, Zhang Tie, even you have seen this day!"
"Why do it in the first place if you'd regret it today!"
"Let's say less, everyone. I think Zhang Tie and Mo Li also know that they were wrong."
...
The villagers held many different opinions, but they were all very polite. The past was the past, and it was most important to do better in the future.
Finally, after much persuasion from the villagers, Zhang Tie and Mo Li stood up. Xia Liu watched all this transpire, having already expressed his stance to Zhang Xiaoman the night before, that he wouldn't say anything as long as the villagers accepted them.
