"My dearest daughter, how could you just leave like this?"
"Mom hasn't even seen you get married, hasn't seen you have a child as beautiful as you, how could you leave me?"
"Wanqing, Mom is begging you, please open your eyes and look at your mom!"
"Wanqing, don't leave Mom, Mom can't live without you!"
"..."
Standing beside Xu Xueman, Song Wanrou was also crying her heart out, frail as willow in the wind, looking as though she could faint at any moment.
Seeing Xu Xueman cry with snot and tears, everyone around couldn't help but feel moved and get teary-eyed.
Even the workers, accustomed to life and death and wearing masks, couldn't help but sniffle, their eyes slightly red.
"Ma'am, time is up, please let the deceased rest in peace, and do not delay the auspicious time," said a worker in a nasal voice.
"I want to go in and send off my daughter!"