"Young man, please take me home!"
After the old man returned to the grave, the woman said to Su Xuan, feeling a little embarrassed.
She truly felt awkward. She had come to the grave with no intention of returning home. However, after Su Xuan's help, she not only wanted to go back but also wanted to continue living her life to the fullest. Otherwise, she felt she would be letting down her husband's heartfelt advice.
"Okay."
Su Xuan let out a breath and escorted the woman through the waist-high weeds back to the car.
His exhale wasn't from fatigue. Rather, he felt refreshed and his mind was at peace, as if he was exhaling negative energy.
"Auntie, I don't understand sign language." As the car started toward the city, Su Xuan couldn't help but ask, "What exactly did your husband say to make you so happy?"
