Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1005

When Hannah heard that the woman's last name was Lloyd, she couldn't help but sigh even more deeply.

A simple coffin, two sets of clothes—one worn by Hollis, and the other for burial alongside her.

Hannah had a kind heart. She learned that Hollis had been working for a ready-made clothing shop and earned a living by making embroidered pieces. Hannah bought the clothes for Hollis at the same shop. The shopkeeper had mentioned that both sets of embroidered clothing were made by Hollis herself.

Hollis was born in March 34 years ago and passed away this March. Her birthdate and death date were only eight days apart.

The death of a discarded woman barely caused a ripple, like a small stone thrown into a lake—just a tiny disturbance, and then nothing more. No one spoke of it again.

However, there was a storyteller who shared the news of how Skye Embroidery had arranged for Hollis' burial. He also spoke about how indifferent Hollis' husband and family were regarding her death.

Those who listened cursed a few times and then promptly forgot about it. This was because they accepted and supported the idea that according to the strict rules of propriety, a woman who couldn't bear children should be cast out. Still, her husband was so cold-hearted that he wouldn't even take her body despite years of marriage. Compared to his indifference, though, her family's lack of compassion was even more infuriating.

After a moment of thought, the people reluctantly came to accept the logic: once divorced or cast out, a man was no longer bound by any obligation to his wife. He wasn't required to take responsibility for her funeral.

As for her family, well, a married daughter was like water that had been poured out—once it left, it couldn't be retrieved. If that water could benefit her family, it would be one thing, but now it was more of an embarrassment to them. Of course, they were angry.

So, who was at fault in this situation? No one took the time to ponder it deeply. In the end, it had nothing to do with them.

However, even if it was just a tiny ripple, it was still a ripple. Where that ripple touched, some hearts felt it.

This March, with the spring rains drizzling, people went out for walks and visited their ancestors' graves. The days passed in a damp and soggy manner.

By April, the damp weather finally passed, and the sun blazed brightly, cycling in the sky.