"So, are you and your family of three certain that Bai Haoxue is dead?"
A female reporter wearing a baseball cap asked within the group of reporters.
While wiping his tears, Bai Xiongan said, "Although we don't want to admit it, this is indeed the truth."
"Over the years, we haven't dared to openly pay respects to Haoxue. We could only secretly offer incense before Qingming Festival."
"Mom, please don't say anymore."
Bai Youran and Zhang Qin cried uncontrollably, appearing on the verge of collapse. Bai Xiongan assumed the role of a man, embracing the mother and daughter in his arms.
The family of three hugged and cried, genuinely moving the large crowd of people present at the scene.
Originally, the reporters came to question why they lied to cover up Bai Haoxue's death. But now, they were no longer so sharp.
