Looking at her innocent and carefree youngest son, the woman was even more heartbroken. When her husband was alive, though he wasn't good to them, at least the children had both a father and a mother. Now, they were left with nobody, and the children would become orphans without a father. Even if they stepped outside, they would be bullied by others.
"Don't ask anymore, little brother, Mother is grieving!"
A little girl, about eight or nine years old, holding her younger brother's hand in sorrow. The brother was too young to understand life and death, but she knew, realizing that they no longer had a father.
"Why can't I ask?"
"Let's not ask anymore, let's go home." The little girl said as she lowered her head and wiped away a tear.
The woman, carrying the deceased Zhang San on her back, was preparing to take her children home and give her husband a proper burial.
Just then, a commotion arose from behind the crowd.
Before they could react,
