The mourners had left, and the beggars immediately swarmed in.
In front of Du Wanqing's grave were many offerings laid out—pork head meat, whole chickens and ducks, as well as countless melons, fruits, and pastries, delicacies these beggars normally couldn't afford.
Now, they were grabbing them crazily.
The cripple didn't join in the scramble for food, perhaps not out of any self-awareness.
His gaze followed the funeral procession, or rather, fixed on a certain individual within that procession.
Miss Du took Jie Yi from Cuiya's hands, gently kissed his little face, and finally showed a hint of a smile on her usually somber expression.
"Grow up fast, for you are the only kin I have left," she said.
The cripple was suddenly startled and his crutch, held unsteadily, dropped to the ground.
He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Miss Du turned her head and saw the beggar sprawling inelegantly on the ground.
