Zhi an impromptu story about a girl who honoured her family wonderfully. The older woman had been intrigued greatly by such story and though it brought a smile to her lips briefly, Mrs. Zhi could not stay awake to hear the end. Picking up the donation box that she had made out of cardboard for the funeral, Kianna searched and found Dao sitting silently on the ground. She moved in and sat down beside him, then pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He turned to look at her, then and she smiled at him. “How are you doing?” she questioned softly. “A little better.” His eyes danced at her in the dim candlelight. “You know, the first time I lit a candle around you should have been the night I am making love to you in our own bed. I didn’t want it to be a funeral candle.” Kianna smiled at him, then glanced over to the altar where candles and incense burnt. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “This isn’t your fault. And besides, I am thankful that you chose me to stand by your side in this.”
