When Yan Hui woke up, she realized that she was lying on top of the burial mound.
For a moment, she thought she had been tricked by some mischievous demons into venturing into the graveyards, like when she was young. Yan Hui was covered in cold sweat from fear. She frantically backpedaled away from the grave site and flusteredly dusted off her clothes. When she looked over, Yan Hui saw the young man sitting in front of the gravestone.
It seemed like Tian Yao had also just woken up. He was sitting on the ground with one leg bent. His elbow was resting on his knee, and his fingers were massaging the place between his eyebrows.
Hearing movement, Tian Yao raised his head. He locked eyes with the somewhat panicked Yan Hui. They stared at each other for awhile before snapping back to reality------
Yesterday, they both got drunk off of the wine. Drunk out of their minds, they ran to the Old Lady Xiao's fresh grave to kowtow......
A lot of confused and chaotic images were rushing through Yan Hui's mind. She shook her head to get rid of those useless images. She only had to know that she hadn't fallen into the demon's clutches.
Yan Hui rubbed her temples: "Let's go. I need to go back to sober up."
Tian Yao stood up. Yan Hui thought he was returning with her to the small courtyard. She didn't think that when she took a few steps forward, there wouldn't be footsteps following behind. Yan Hui looked back. She saw Tian Yao picking two small, white flowers and then kneeling back down in front of the grave.
He silently stuck the two flowers in the grave. Then he looked at the gravestone he made the day before. For a long time, not a word was said.
A lonely youth, bleakly kneeling in front of a family member's grave. Although she knew that in that body resided a formidable soul, Yan Hui couldn't help feel the sorrow when looking at this scene.
This dragon demon wasn't a heartless monster.
Following that thought, Yan Hui started patting all over her clothes, but she didn't feel anything. Thus, she ripped off a piece of her own clothes. Then she picked up a stick from the ground and used her magic to burn one end into charcoal. Using the charcoal, she wrote "100,000" on the cloth to denote its value.
She eagerly handed it over to Tian Yao: "Here."
Tian Yao cocked his head. He looked at the cloth in her hand and then up at her face: "What is this?"
Yan Hui had a slight cold after spending the night in the graveyard. She sniffled: "Aren't we supposed to burn joss money? I made some for you. Burn it for your grandmother." Yan Hui magnanimously said: "Although your grandmother's actions toward me weren't scrupulous, I, in my heart, am a scrupulous person. In any case, I am her daughter-in-law. Consider this my gift to her."
Tian Yao looked at the crooked numbers on the rag. He couldn't help but be slightly speechless. His mouth twitched: "Will Yama, King of the Underworld, really accept that?"
Yan Hui's eyes didn't even blink when lying: "He will."
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