The ground in front of the tombstone was immaculately paved with stone slabs, and the burial mound itself was pristine, neatly covered with piled-up gravel.
Although it seemed perfectly normal, this very normalcy revealed the problem.
Because everything was too new; it had clearly been set up just moments ago.
"What a pity."
After bowing three times to Su Qian's parents, the village head said to Qin Lin with a bitter expression, "Her father and I were good friends when he was alive. It's just that the good die young, alas."
At that moment, Su Youde suddenly knelt before Su Qian's parents' tombstone and let out a mournful wail, "Brother, I've come to see you! Little Qian has gone to join you now, and it was them who killed her! If you have spirits, open your eyes and see! The Little Qian I raised for you—it was they who killed her! Now they even have the nerve to come here and put on a pretense of mourning you. What a bunch of bastards!"
"I'm sorry."
