Tang Yanqi had never before hated anyone so deeply. She knew well that her mother almost had no chance of waking up, and it was already a miracle she had held on for so many years.
But that didn't justify them having the right to take away her mother's life, and in such a cruel manner.
Tang Ruhai had the body cremated nearby, and Tang Yanqi returned to B City holding the urn. She hadn't expected that within just two days, she would visit the crematorium twice.
Tang Yanqi bought a grave in the suburbs' cemetery for a high price and in the shortest time. Staring at the words on the tombstone, she stood still.
Only the three people from her dormitory knew about her mother's death, and they were the only ones who accompanied her to the grave.
"Tangtang..."
From Mr. Sheng's passing to burying her mother's ashes, it had been just a week, and Tang Yanqi seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Her already frail body looked even more so under the dark sky.
