"My poor Xingxing, born into such an environment, she never received much affection. And now, only a few months after returning, such a thing has happened, how can us old folks bear it?"
Tang Mother looked at the photo of Xingxing on the gravestone, unable to speak through her tears.
Tang Father seemed to have aged ten years overnight, his hair had turned much whiter. During this period, although their daughter was not by their side, having Xingxing with them made them very happy. It was the happiest month they had experienced in five years, and they never expected such a thing would happen.
Shen Mianmian knew that no amount of comfort would help in this situation, so she remained silent, just quietly placing the flowers she brought in front of Xingxing's gravestone, praying in her heart that God would treat this poor little girl kindly.
The group stood in front of the gravestone for over an hour before they all left the cemetery together.
