In fact, it was her sister and brother-in-law who had the accident.
The couple committed suicide by burning charcoal in their room for unknown reasons.
No suicide note was left.
The Ma family held a funeral, and everyone felt sorry for it.
Yun Qiao and Su Yuan followed their teacher Zhou Mulian and went to Ma's house to express their condolences on behalf of their classmates.
The house in Ma's house was full of people, men and women, all crying very sadly.
Ma Youluo had no tears at all.
She followed an aunt who was responsible for receiving female guests.
After Zhou Mulian offered incense, he went to talk to the men of the Ma family; Yun Qiao and Su Yuan were led to the small lounge in the backyard.
There were many people paying their condolences today, and Ma Youluo especially invited the two of them to sit in this secluded place.
"Your condolences."
Yun Qiao said.
Ma Youluo: "Thank you very much."
Su Yuan couldn't help crying. She was an emotional girl.
"Youluo, what's going on?"
Su Yuan asked, "How could it be so sudden?"
Yun Qiao did not stop this problem.
The family members need to talk, tell, and then cry with the guests, which is good for their emotions.
Ma Youluo's eyes slowly turned red, and after holding back tears for a while, he said, "My sister has been sick for a long time. She probably didn't want to live, so she dragged my brother-in-law with her."
Su Yuan was shocked: "This..."
"I didn't even know your sister was sick."
Yun Qiao also said, "Why don't you look for me?"
"She is in a bad mood.
She has been married for several years, has had several miscarriages, and is emotionally depressed, which is not a real illness."
Mayuluo said.
Yun Qiao: "Emotional depression is also a disease, and it will eventually cause harm to the body."
Ma Youluo's eyes were wet: "It wasn't until she died that we understood this truth."
Su Yuan hugged her and cried with her.
They cried for a while, and Yun Qiao and Su Yuan gave Ma Youluo a few words each. Seeing that it was getting late, the servants came to invite Ma Youluo twice, and there were still guests to entertain, so Yun Qiao stood up and left.
After walking out of Ma's house, Su Yuan was still wiping away tears: "It's so tragic. Ma Youluo's sister is less than thirty years old."
Yun Qiao patted her shoulder: "Don't be sad."
"...Yun Qiao, you may not remember that Ma Youluo was in a particularly bad mood for a while.
Later I asked her and she said her sister was always sick."
Su Yuan said.
She sighed deeply.
Yun Qiao feels that every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite.
Zhou Mulian was waiting at the gate of Ma's house, and the three of them returned to school.
I also told the concerned classmates about this.
Ma Youluo must at least wait until the funerals of her sister and brother-in-law are over before she can continue her classes at school.
In the middle of the night, several people stayed at the Ma family ancestral hall to keep vigil. Ma Youluo, Qi Tai, and little sister returned to the inner courtyard to eat and rest.
Her thirteen-year-old sister suddenly started crying.
Aunt Qi quickly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
"Sister is gone, what should we do?
I am afraid."
The little sister cried, "Let's run away."
At such a young age, her eyes were filled with haggardness.
Aunt Qi touched the abnormal wrist bone of her left hand, which was severely damaged, and choked with tears: "If we can't escape, we will be even worse."
The seventh aunt is in her early thirties, but she has lived in the Ma family for more than ten years; the little sister is not her daughter, but the third aunt's child; Ma Youluo and her sister are the children of the eldest wife.
"Second sister, what should we do?"
The little sister cried and asked her.
There are only three young ladies in the Ma family. Once the eldest sister dies, the second and third young ladies will have no shield.
Ma Youluo didn't cry, she was extremely indifferent: "Don't be afraid, I have a backer!"
"But Young Master Zhu is unreliable!"
The little sister cried, "If he knew...he would dislike you..."
"He won't know."
Ma Youluo numbly lowered his gaze, "Don't worry, I will protect you."
Despite this, the seventh aunt and little sister were still trembling.
Maybe, like the eldest lady, they had to die a hundred times before they could escape from this hell on earth.