Dressed in black clothes, Chunhua and her family quietly stood at the backside, attending the Liu family's eldest son, Liu Jinhai's funeral. Chunhua stared at the photo frame from a far away - the same lecturer and the man she had a brief date with.
"This is such a tragedy…" Chunhua's mother whispered. "It was just a few months ago when Chunhua met him and now he is already…"
Her father cleared his throat. "Well, for better or for worse, it's good that the marriage didn't go through. Otherwise, she would have already become a widow. Which other man would have looked at our widow daughter in the future then?"
Chunhua clenched her jaw, trying her best to keep her voice as quiet as possible. "Mom. Dad. Do you really think this is the time to be talking about such things? Their son has died and you feel…relieved?"
