Julia was already waiting for him.
Aunt Zhang had recombed her hair, making it neat and tidy without a single strand out of place, and she had also changed into a clean set of clothes.
She usually likes bright colors, but what she chose today was completely dignified plain colors.
Sitting upright on the chair, her almond-shaped eyes, slightly swollen from crying, revealed a kind of majesty that no one dared to underestimate. David entered the room and looked up to see his sister sitting on the chair.
Aunt Zhang stood behind his sister, holding the edge of her apron with both hands, and looked at David with a pair of expectant and anxious eyes. In front of her was an incense table, on which was a yellowed half-length photo. The voice, appearance and smile of the Xuan siblings' deceased mother - Madam Xuan.
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