Two days later, Mr. Miao passed away. The only girl he couldn't let go of was being cared for by her sworn friends, and the Tang Jun family was grateful. This time, Tang Jun's entire family nearly gathered together.
Mr. Miao's funeral was very grand.
Almost every household in Changshui Village had benefited from Mr. Miao's kindness, so when he passed away, the villagers helped out voluntarily.
With the assistance of the villagers, Grandpa Xu, Tang Yue, and the whole family bid farewell to Mr. Miao.
The house where the grandfather and granddaughter used to live was now cold and empty.
The girl, overwhelmed with grief, had fainted twice from crying. Her appetite had vanished over the past few days, making her look even thinner, as if a gust of wind could topple her. Her fragile state evoked even more sympathy.
"Girl, I know you're hurt. It's okay to cry it out."
