TIME moved forward like it always did. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into a month. For Luo Yan, the sharp pain that had been there at the beginning faded. It wasn't really gone, but it wasn't as heavy anymore. It settled into a quiet ache in his heart that came and went. Some days he barely noticed it. Other days it felt like his chest was being squeezed tight. But the feeling was easier to carry now. It didn't knock the breath out of him the way it did at first.
Amidst all of this, Luo Jin's eighteenth birthday came and went. There was no big celebration. It would have felt wrong, with their grandfather's forty-nine days still not yet passed. So Luo Jin just had a quiet dinner at a restaurant with their father and Luo Ren.
