It was late at night when we finally arrived home. Grandma's funeral was held at the old house, the place where she had lived for most of her life. But we still weren't able to see Grandma one last time; all we saw was a cold, heavy black coffin.
Han Yi's eyes were red upon arrival, but he didn't cry. He didn't want anyone to see him shedding tears, so he silently grieved in the background.
"Don't be sad, everyone; death is irreversible. Your Grandma was peaceful when she passed away. The children at home are gradually living better lives. She said she had no regrets in this life, except for Rongrong. It's not easy for her, a woman, to raise a child alone. Before leaving, Grandma didn't see Rongrong find a reliable person and specifically asked us to look out for her," our uncle sighed as he comforted them.
