A few words were written on it:
'The paths of the living and the dead are different; you must forget me and find a good match, that would fulfill my wish!'
Cheng Caiyun tore the paper into pieces, but suddenly squatted down, eagerly trying to piece it back together. However, when she finally did, the words had long disappeared.
"You promised to marry me. How can you, claiming to be a gentleman, break your word?"
On the day of the Mid-year Festival.
The long-quiet Incense and Candle Shop was suddenly decorated with lanterns and red celebratory characters, accompanied by a string of firecrackers.
The nearby residents were perplexed. Wu Yaohua and other neighbors approached to inquire, only to find Hu Baosong from the coffin shop blocking the entrance, not allowing anyone in.
"It's their personal matter, why are you all here creating a fuss?"
"If you want to give a gift, just hand it to me!"