July 22, appropriate for funerals.
The funeral home was crowded with mourners, and the parking spaces were all filled. Jiang Zhi had to park his car in the nearby mall's parking lot. He stabilized the car, "Wait for me here."
Zhou Xufang unbuckled her seatbelt, "I'll go with you."
Jiang Zhi pressed her hand, urging her to stay seated, "You're pregnant, it's not good for you to go into the spirit hall. I'll just make a quick appearance and come back soon."
It was a common custom in many places that pregnant women were not to attend funerals.
Zhou Xufang thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay."
"Call me if you need anything."
"Mhm."
Jiang Zhi kissed her before he got out of the car and left.
Soon after he left, a gray seven-seater SUV parked next to Zhou Xufang. A young woman was driving, and a three- or four-year-old boy sat in the child seat behind her.
The child was eating a cupcake, his delicately chiseled little face smeared with lots of cream.
