Standing in this place, truly before the ancestral spirits of the Shen Family!
The ancestors of the Shen Family are all buried here.
The mountains are serene, the endless green hills shrouded in mist, enveloping the cemetery in tranquility and adding a touch of auspicious peace.
To rest here eternally, the ancestors of the Shen Family must be quite content!
Grandmother probably liked it here, too.
The vehicles of the Shen Family soon entered the cemetery.
Elder Shen donned a formal suit he would only wear in his youth, his Sun Yat-sen suit meticulously ironed, the somewhat yellowed shirt still bearing traces of hand embroidery.
He refused the support offered by Shen Dongli, gripping his dragon-head cane firmly in his hand.
"I can still walk! I don't want Huazhen to see me unable to walk!"
Shen Dongli didn't insist further, allowing Zuo Wanjun to follow behind with a wheelchair.
Elder Shen has aged a lot since Mrs. Shen caused trouble!
