Wu Liangchen's eyes were downcast as he stood silently before Aunt Fan's body. The snow was falling harder now, quickly blanketing his shoulders. Only then did Wu Liangchen slowly turn and walk out of the woods.
When she saw him walk out of the woods and saw the look on his face, Yang Lian'Er instantly understood. She then rushed inside, heedless of everything.
A moment later, a heart-wrenching cry came from the woods.
"Aunt Fan!"
Hearing the cry, Wu Mengchan, whose own face was streaked with tears, couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Brother, should we go console her?"
Wu Liangchen shook his head. "You can't console her right now. Just let her cry. She'll feel better after letting it all out."
Despite his words, Wu Mengchan was still worried and turned to go into the woods.
Wu Liangchen stood outside the woods, watching the sky gradually lighten.
