A voice, raw and exhausted, burst from the hall where the spirit tablet was housed. Tang Chuxia held the incense not yet offered. She could only bow in worship and plant the incense before lifting her head to look on.
She saw a woman with hair as white as frost, kneeling at the spirit hall, her cries so heart-wrenching that she seemed almost dazed.
Now, she clung to the coffin and wouldn't let go.
"My son, what did he do wrong? Ever since he started learning medicine from his master, he has been saving lives. Why is Heaven so blind?"
There is little in this world more heartbreaking than an elder sending off the younger.
The mother of Chuxia's senior brother exuded such despair that it was contagious. Anyone present who heard her lament would feel their eyes grow red with sorrow.
Tang Chuxia stepped forward to pay her respects to her senior brother's mother.
