The lighting of lanterns was a mourning custom of the Zhou Family's Troupe. The person announcing the death would carry a white lantern, notifying households one by one. Those who received the death notice would also take out a white lantern, light it, and hang it directly above the door beam.
There were many families in the troupe, but the lanterns lit up one by one without any loud disturbances or deafening gongs. All there was, was quiet and tranquility.
"Sigh, how could the Young Master be gone just like that?"
"Sister-in-law, may I go see the Young Master? I've been listening to his storytelling for days, and now that he's gone, I suddenly feel so empty inside."
"May you find peace in this sorrow, sister-in-law. The Young Master was a good person. Someone as good as him deserves to live in the heavens."
Xu Li restrained her grief. No matter whom she saw, at most there was a look of worry, but she held back the tears.
