C177 The Flesh and Blood of a Kinsman Lead a Blood Sea Deep Hatred to Cut the Intestines

The gentle sun was slowly moving in the horizon, bright and beautiful rays of light were revolving around the wooden house. Under the warm sunlight, the four people were crying as they talked about the sixteen years of grief and sorrow. Sixteen years seemed to pass in an instant, in the gap between the rays of the sun. But how much grief is so unforgettable, so painful