At that time, she was still the carefree young lady of the Zhao Family.
At that time, her parents and elder brothers and sisters-in-law were all still alive...
Every time she wakes in the middle of the night from a dream, her pillow is wet with tears.
They are all gone now, leaving her to linger alone in this world.
Ni Yang held Zhao Shuyue's hand, "Grandma Zhao, stop dwelling on those thoughts. I've already checked for you; your health is excellent. You'll definitely live to be a hundred years old."
Zhao Shuyue looked up at the moon in the sky, "Yangyang, there's no need to comfort me. I know my own body. Yangyang, after I pass away, I don't want to be buried in the cold ground, nor do I want those chaotic rituals. Just scatter my ashes into the Yangtze River. The river will carry me to the places I wish to go."
She wanted to go somewhere far away, a place she never had the chance to visit during her lifetime. When she dies, she must see it for herself.
