"Zhang Yulian is dead, you're saying Zhang Yulian is dead?"
"How did she die?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was shocked.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, didn't you really hate that old woman? Now that she's dead, why do you look so unhappy?" the bandaged Shen Xinhe asked suspiciously.
Yu Xiuxiu also looked puzzled by Zhang Xiaoshan's expression.
"Oh."
Realizing he had lost his composure, Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly picked up his dropped backpack, mumbling to himself.
"Regardless, we're all from the same village. It's truly shocking and sudden when someone dies."
"Yes."
Yu Xiuxiu didn't think too much about it and agreed with a sigh.
"Life can be so frail sometimes, just like the autumn leaves. Just a few days ago, Zhang Yulian was hopping around everywhere. Who would have thought she'd die like this, so suddenly?"
"How exactly did she die?" Zhang Xiaoshan was impatient.
Yu Xiuxiu explained.
