The cries were mournful, enough to make one shed tears.
Whether genuine or not, many people silently lowered their heads, wiping away tears that perhaps didn't even exist.
After crying for a long while, Wu Nianyin slowly stood up, wiped the tears off his face, and turned to look at Wu Qiao Jun, who was kneeling beside the coffin.
At this moment, Wu Qiao Jun's expression was stiff, almost like a wooden statue.
On the contrary, Wu Niantang, who was beside her, was rather perceptive and gave Wu Nianyin a slight smile, "Brother, you're back!"
Wu Nianyin also smiled, a smile imbued with an indescribable meaning.
"Yes, I have returned!"
Then he looked at the pale-faced Wu Qiao Jun and said lightly, "Aunt, why do you look so unwell?"
"Ah... Nian Yin, you're back safely, I'm so happy. I've just been busy with your father's funeral lately, so I've been a bit tired, but it's nothing serious!" Wu Qiao Jun explained dryly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Nianyin's eyebrows rose.
