"Senior Brother Zhou, I really owe you this time. Otherwise, some things would have been truly troublesome."
Dressed in black mourning attire with a white cloth tied around her arm, Dong Mingyue only wiped away the tears on her face after the last flicker of flame in the fire basin had died out, expressing her thanks with a hint of fragility.
The cemetery was spacious and it wasn't a time for festivals, so there were very few people sweeping tombs.
After the guests attending the ceremony had left, it became exceptionally quiet.
"It's what I should have done."
Zhou Ping'an shook his head, "What are your plans now? Will you continue your studies in the Capital City?"
He knew that the junior sister was referring to the past couple of days of keeping the vigil where some issues arose at the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall.
There weren't many who came to mourn for real friends and relatives, but three or four groups did come to buy her family's martial arts hall.