Watching Wu Lihong being dragged out, Wufu expressionlessly knelt before the spirit tablet again, lowered her eyes toward the nanmu coffin in front of her.
Ah Jiu, dressed in heavy mourning, had a cloak over his arm. He walked to Wufu, draped the cloak over her shoulders, squeezed her hand, and knelt down beside her, saying, "Don't be angry. If you don't want to see him, then we simply won't let him appear again in the future."
"Mm."
"I'll keep watch. You go to the back and nap for a while?" Ah Jiu looked at her complexion with aching heart and said, "You look terrible."
Her body hadn't fully recovered yet, and rushing back without rest all the way had already been exhausting. Now with this grief piled on, it would be strange if her face looked anything but bad.
