The pain of losing someone close to you was something no one could comfort you for.
All we could do was hand them a tissue, pour them a glass of water, and silently stay by their side as they cried.
In the past, I probably would have offered some empty words of comfort. But now, I couldn't bring myself to say them.
I'd grown truly numb to death. I knew I ought to feel sad, but I couldn't. All I could do was stay silent.
The Fatty and the Skinny seemed affected by the mood, too. Neither of them said a word.
The Skinny even glanced at me with concern.
Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun were middle-aged men, not young lads. They had families, wives, and children, and had already experienced the pain of losing their father. Song Xian's death had deeply affected them, but it hadn't made them lose their composure.
After crying for a while, the brothers both calmed down.
They sniffled, wiped away their tears, and drank some water. Slowly, they returned to normal and continued their story.
The elder brother, Liu Zhiguo, was the first to speak.
He looked straight at me as he talked. "Team Leader Lin saw it that day, too. She cared a lot about what happened to my grandparents. The two of us originally thought she just felt guilty... She said so herself... She'd agreed with Dad on how to bury the old folks, but in the end, she broke her promise. We didn't think much of it when we were kids, or even after we grew up. She'd kept it buried pretty deep. We didn't even know there was an urn in the house. That night, when we stayed in the old house, she didn't say a word to us. She