Jia Lanhua's expression remained calm as she shook her head.
"I'm fine, let's go."
She turned and left.
A tear slid down the corner of her eye.
Followed by large, continuous tears rolling down.
Eventually, she couldn't hold it in any longer and squatted down, leaning against the wall, her hands cupping her face sobbing.
These tears were not for Wu Daming, but for herself.
Her marriage to Wu Daming had no foundation of affection, and the past years not only failed to cultivate any feelings between them but even made her despise this old thing more.
But what had happened, had happened.
Now, with Wu Daming dead, her tears would wash away the past, and henceforth she would be a new Jia Lanhua.
…
Zhang Xiaoshan also returned to White Dragon Village.
When Wu Daming's body was ferried to the village entrance, nearly everyone from the village had come.
The entry of the village was densely packed with a thousand people.
The Wu family stood separately on one side.
