Liang Xiaocui stood dumbly at the entrance of the village, her gaze filled with resentment and loathing, fixed on the direction Zhao Cheng had left. This beast really seemed unwilling to let her go even in death.
For some reason, at this moment, Liang Xiaocui's face was covered with tears.
Zhao Cheng's mother, gripping her two children, prevented them from getting any closer. She watched Liang Xiaocui with a hateful stare, cursing her incessantly in her heart. If it weren't for all the government officials around, she would not have let this woman off easily.
She cursed herself for being too soft-hearted. She had told her son long ago that her heart was made of stone, incapable of warmth and that they should have killed her and ended this trouble earlier. Now everyone was suffering as a consequence.