Old Madam Yang was sent to the cemetery first thing in the morning.
People from the He family along with Old Madam Yang's close neighbors all came over to send her off.
Lu Xia and Lu Ziming came dressed in black, wearing a white flower pinned on their chest as they walked right in front of the funeral procession.
Huo Yao stood nearby as she quietly watched the procession without any expression on her face.
She was dressed in black as well. Her face was ghastly pale and she looked particularly vulnerable.
Min Yu glanced sideways at her and said, "If you're not up for it, you don't have to…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Huo Yao already read his mind and interrupted. "I think it's enough to do it from a distance."
She was too late to see her grandmother one last time before she passed away. Now that Old Madam Yang was about to get buried, she just wanted to quietly see her off.
