You know, even though Wuxiang City is so run-down that it doesn't even have a restaurant, there are quite a few shops selling Paper Horse and Incense.
Zhao Ya bought an entire cart full of paper money and followed Zui'Er to her grandmother's grave.
After being away for several years, weeds had already grown all over the grave mound.
Zhao Ya and Zui'Er carefully cleaned the area before starting to burn incense and pay their respects.
"Grandma, Zui'Er is here to bring you money!"
"Don't be so frugal over there, buy whatever you want to eat. You've had a hard life. I know you've always been worried about me, but I'm doing well now with Ya looking after me, so you can rest easy."
As she threw paper money into the fire, Zui'Er muttered softly, and tears began to fall as she spoke.
In the distance, even Meng Shiwen's eyes turned red.
Zhao Ya sighed softly when he saw this, but he didn't attempt to console her.
