*It was clearly the little girl whom she had painstakingly raised, but now in her eyes, there was only that Xiao Yuan.*
*Thankfully, the two were still young, without such worries in that regard.*
*But then she thought, if they were like this when they were little, what about when they grew up?*
*Fortunately, after this summer break, that Xiao Yuan would go back to Beijing.*
*But, what if her granddaughter's illness wasn't cured by then and he had to leave?*
Liu Yumei walked into the east room, planning to light some incense to dispel the odor and calm her chaotic mind. Her gaze naturally swept over the memorial tablet table.
Then, she immediately turned back to look again.
"This..."
The spot where her father's memorial tablet had once been was now...
A salted duck egg with its top cracked open.
...
The old man's surname was Lu, called Lu Shan, a native of Xiting Town, and also the village's Corpse Recovery Diver.
