Burial

"Give it to me."

Jiang Danhe took Zhuang Zhuang's small bag with one hand and picked up those in Xiaoguo's hands as well. He turned around and entered the ancestral hall.

All that was left behind was his cool and dashing back view.

Xiaoguo and Zhuang Zhuang looked at each other in silence.

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"Go on in."

Xiaoguo held back her laughter and followed Zhuang Zhuang into the hall.

Before she left yesterday, Xiaoguo had placed the mourning clothes, incense sticks, and other items in the ancestral hall so that she wouldn't have to go back and forth to get them. In any case, there were guards keeping watch at the hall over the past two days. Even if no one was guarding the place, no one would steal such items from here.

"Zhuang Zhuang, lift your head."

Xiaoguo put on her robe first before helping Zhuang Zhuang with his.

Zhuang Zhuang looked up so that Xiaoguo could button up the robe below his neck.