It's already late September, the end of autumn.
The sound of the wind between heaven and earth wails, a sense of desolation, highlighting the "mourning attire" of the Xu Residence at this moment.
Indeed, although Feng Wu did not hold a funeral for Xu Qing, everyone in the residence nonetheless mourns the old master in their hearts.
There is no ceremony, but the atmosphere is here!
Especially Aunt Zhou, who came over to help manage household affairs, repeatedly cried to the point of fainting these past days.
Li Gongpu, far away in another place, visibly aged after receiving the news.
Birth, old age, sickness, and death are part of human life, but when the younger passes before the elder, the sorrow is beyond any words.
Moreover, Xu Qing was the hope in Aunt Zhou's heart.
When one grows old, how can they live if there is no hope?
