At this mont, Da Xing and Xiao Xing stood silently behind Gan Ling.
The two sisters had a professional deanor, providing careful protection.
At the sa ti, they were also empathetic, quietly accompanying their master on her last journey, heads bowed, sharing in the rembrance of her mother.
Because they had t Gan Mu, a very beautiful and kind woman from the Mogu Clan, the most beautiful woman in Gan Family Village. She was kind, so kind that she had no strong opinions of her own.
Unfortunately, now there were no relatives left in Gan Family Village for Gan Ling.
When Gan Mu was influential, the relatives from Gan Family Village benefited from it, left the village, moved to the city, started businesses, made money, and even secured stable governnt jobs.
In this country, it has always been that when one person achieves success, even the chickens and dogs will rise to heaven. Gan family's prosperity stemd from this principle.
Gan Ling, of course, was born and raised outside, and rarely ca back to the old ho. People here went to bed as soon as night fell, and no one ca to see them, nor did anyone recognize her. Needless to say, no one even knew of Gan Ling's brother, who was far away abroad.
Later on, Gan Mu married into the Bai family, but the Bai family chose the wrong side, and fought fiercely for their interests. How could this end well?
Gan Mu was shot dead, and Gan Ling's father, in na only, t the sa fate. However, not even a corpse remained of this father, which was a tragic ending.
As a powerful local family, the Bai family disappeared after a bloody storm.
The relatives of the Gan family were implicated as well, so were sentenced to prison, so were stripped of their ranks, and they all fell back to ordinary status, scattered all over, too ashad to return to their holand. After all, people care about their reputation.
Liu Zhizhong stood next to Da Xing and Xiao Xing, clearly able to see Gan Ling's silent tears from the side. Thinking of the past and current situation of the Gan and Bai families, he couldn't help but sigh.
People always have desires and choices, but the consequences are often hard to predict.
Fortunately, Gan Ling lost the opportunity to attend university, but she gained the chance to study quietly in the luxurious basent of the Qian family for ten years.
She wanted to study, and the Qian family could provide many readings.
This anthropology major had an extraordinary temperant and psychological resilience. Liu Zhizhong thought she could be a professor with her eloquence and deanor. However, she was allergic to sunlight, which seed to be a tragic fate. Was it the heavens' jealousy of beauty?
Sotis silence is more powerful than words, conveying an heartrending sentint.
This kind of girl, more so than those who wail loudly during tomb-sweeping, is more admirable and heart-wrenching.
Just let her quietly shed her tears! Humans are emotional beings, and emotions need to be released. And tears are one of the best ans of release...
Liu Zhizhong simply accompanied in silence, and had already chosen a place to set up camp for the night.
When Gan Ling finally stood up, her body swayed a bit, unable to stand steadily. After all, with a delicate body, she had been kneeling for at least half an hour.
Da Xing and Xiao Xing supported her from either side, helping her take a mont to rest and wiping away her tears.
Under the moonlight, the tearful beauty, the lake breeze lifting that beautiful batik shawl, was truly soul-stirring. The three beauties' shawls fluttering together, three figures of tiless grace, ford a poignant picture!
Liu Zhizhong could do nothing, just stood silently waiting.
After Gan Ling cald down, she said nothing, but silently half-squatted down to burn paper money for her mother.
Da Xing and Xiao Xing accompanied her in the sa manner, and Liu Zhizhong helped tear apart bundle after bundle of paper money. That was all.
Burning paper is not superstitious, but a form of spiritual sustenance for the descendants. If we lose our spiritual sustenance, wouldn't life be pale?
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