It was just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Xie Ruotong opened her eyes.
Gazing at the familiar scene before her.
"Awake so soon?" Ye Qichi leaned in close to Xie Ruotong and asked her.
"My grandmother..."
"The deceased has passed on; restrain your grief," Ye Qichi said bluntly.
Tears once again began to flow down Xie Ruotong's cheeks.
Ye Qichi sighed and said, "It might sound like I am preaching, but I still want to say that the more you harm your body like this, the more your grandmother will be concerned about you and unable to rest in peace."
"Did my grandmother die a natural death?" Xie Ruotong was unable to stop the tears.
The pain in her heart, the anguish her grandmother's death brought her, was a sorrow she couldn't extinguish no matter how hard she tried.
But she.
Was trying to make herself strong.
Strong enough to seek out the truth.
