After leveling the pit, Dazhuang immediately took Xiao Mei out of the cold carriage.
He held his head high and walked with firm, powerful steps, all to give the girl a relatively decent farewell.
Gently placing the girl's stiff corpse into the pit, Dazhuang carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the white cloth caused by transportation pressure.
He smoothed it with great care, just like comforting a wounded child.
After the preparations were done, Dazhuang recited a few words of mourning for the girl. These were customs from their hometown; though he wasn't sure how significant it was, it was better than nothing.
Once the mourning was complete, Dazhuang picked up a soldier's shovel and began filling the grave pit with soil. He shoveled with such force that each stroke produced a distinct "sand-sand" sound from the friction against the shovel's surface.
