Yin Meng was changed into mourning clothes and wrapped in black gauze, she just sat there, allowing others to arrange things for her.
Grandpa's coffin was lifted, to be taken out for burial.
Her younger half-brother, under the management of mother's new mother-in-law, broke a bowl and walked at the head of the funeral procession.
Yin Meng could only follow at the back of the procession.
This meant, after the funeral, the shop and the little remaining property would be inherited by others, and have nothing to do with her.
Yet inside Yin Meng, there was no emotion of unwillingness or anger.
She felt there should be something for her, she wasn't that timid, but just couldn't find it.
Because those things had already been exhausted in those repeated dreams before.
The rain was still falling, the wind was still blowing; it was very cold.
