There were flowers and incense that hadn't completely wilted in front of the tombstone, which meant Zhen Shuangyan knew that Xia Yueqing had definitely been here.
Thinking of this, she cried even more sorrowfully.
"Sister, brother-in-law, I don't know what to do, I really don't know what to do." Tears flowed endlessly down Zhen Shuangyan's face, and she appeared utterly desperate, looking even more frail, as if she might collapse at any moment.
"If I simply died, then so be it. They wouldn't know, and the mistake would become an unmentioned truth." Zhen Shuangyan pounded her chest and stamped her feet, sobbing breathlessly.
She had kept this matter bottled up for a long time, not daring to tell anyone. Today, unable to hold it in any longer, she rushed to her late sister and brother-in-law's grave to pour out her grievances.
