Slowly lifted her head.
Perhaps due to the stiffness of her body, her hands trembled slightly as they hung around Zhang Feng's neck.
The eyes that were once full of affection gradually became stiff.
In her pupils, all reflected disbelief:
"You..."
It seemed as though a breath got stuck, and she hesitated for a full three seconds.
"What did you say?"
"Sigh..."
Looking at Lin Rui's appearance, Zhang Feng also sighed softly.
Then he lightly patted Lin Rui's back and softly said:
"Change your clothes first, then we'll set off."
Lin Rui, still hanging onto Zhang Feng, made no move, just stared at Zhang Feng.
She didn't understand why Zhang Feng mentioned her father.
Because her father had also passed away, and similarly, she had watched as he was pushed into the crematorium for cremation.
But why was Zhang Feng bringing up her father now?
She wanted to ask, but she couldn't get the words out.
Because Lin Rui wasn't a fool.
Her aunt's body was lying in her living room.
