"My dear... sigh..."
The old man stepped forward to hold the old woman's shoulders. His gaze at Li Youxi was as though he wished to tear her apart, but he restrained himself from acting on it.
"My dear, she is willing to mourn and wear mourning attire for Yuan as his wife to see him off. Let's not make it too hard for her, or else Yuan will be sad..."
"Oh, old man! Yuan was such a good child..."
Quan Tianyou pursed his lips and took a step forward. Even though he felt reluctance in his heart, he still spoke to the old couple, "Uncle, Auntie, Hengyuan needs to... be sent for cremation..."
The old woman suddenly turned around and pounced onto Liu Hengyuan's body, calling out with heartache, "Yuan..."
"My dear!"
The old man stepped forward and pulled the old woman away from Liu Hengyuan's body. As she watched Liu Hengyuan's body being pushed away, she began to cry out in heart-wrenching agony, "Yuan... my Yuan..."
"My dear..."
