On the contrary, Lu Zishu, who used to be so carefree, seemed to have matured overnight, standing up and handling everything inside and out with the help of the Ruan Family and relatives.
Since they couldn't bring back Lu Xian, the Lu Family could only arrange for a symbolic tomb.
In the two days before dealing with Lu Xian's funeral, Zhao Li stayed in the hospital without discharge, not speaking or eating, as if her soul had died. Ruan Jiaojiao stayed by her side, her eyes swollen from crying.
Until the day of Lu Xian's burial, Zhao Li seemed to suddenly have her soul back. As Ruan Jiaojiao received a phone call and came in, Zhao Li was pulling the needle from her hand.
Ruan Jiaojiao immediately stuffed her phone into her pocket, ran over to hold her: "Godmother, what are you doing? Tell me, I'll help you."
Having cried too much, her voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
Hearing this, Zhao Li looked up at her and touched her little face: "Jiaojiao, why is your voice like this?"
