Li Yifei also stepped aside, quietly watching this woman in red high heels, carrying a red handbag, walk into the mourning hall. Her wailing broke the silence in the hall and disturbed the quiet of the small village. After all, it was just past four in the morning. Her wails shocked even the neighbors awake.
The Yang Family was fully alerted too, coming out to see Song Shuang leaning on the coffin, crying. Skinny Monkey's mother hesitated, then slowly walked over, patting Song Shuang on the back, comforting her, "Little Shuang, he's gone, you... don't be too sad!"
"Boo hoo hoo, Auntie, how could this happen? We... we were about to get married. How could Yang Yang die? Wasn't he just attending a comrade's wedding?" Song Shuang cried, eyes red, her body starting to sway, as if in utter despair.
