The sudden death of Li Shu's parents was indeed unexpected. Had it not been for Xiao Han or Li Wenwan, even Li Shu himself would have been in trouble.
However, with just a word from Li Wenwan, the police stopped pursuing the investigation.
Some people came here with a look of surprise; they showed no sadness, just a perfunctory presence to offer condolences.
Others reveled in the misfortune, all of whom were friends or business partners of Li Shu's parents when they were alive. But clearly, they did not feel sad about the couple's death.
This was the myriad spectrum of life, and as Xiao Han and his companions exchanged looks, they saw sighs in each other's eyes.
Li Shu knelt in front of the memorial tablet, silent, his head drooping, with a sense of being dispirited and crestfallen.
"My dear nephew, you must grieve conservatively. Life is full of unexpected storms; do not be too saddened," a middle-aged man, just over fifty, consoled Li Shu.
