Xia Lu had no choice but to silently lower her hand and obediently stand to the side.
In the blink of an eye, several people had already approached.
Before anyone spoke, Xia Lu could already sense the mockery in Zhou Xinyao's eyes, as if she were saying, "Oh look who it is, dressed up like a peacock about to spread its tail feathers." But out of respect for the elders, she refrained from saying anything out loud.
Grandma Zhou walked past everyone to the tombstone and said, "Jingwen, I've come to see you."
The atmosphere was not as bad as previously imagined; indeed, in such a setting, no one could bring themselves to speak anything unpleasant. The best approach was to maintain silence.
