When Leng Yixiu returned to the Half Mountain Villa, Lin Yixun was still not awake. In her sleep, her delicate brows remained tightly furrowed. The man reached out, wanting to smooth her frown, but withdrew his hand when it was halfway there.
Father Lin's sudden death left him unable to cope. He stared deeply at Lin Yixun's small face, unable to look away. He suddenly realized that even moments like this were a luxury.
Lin's mother's funeral was very low-key. Apart from a few colleagues who had a good relationship with Lin Yixun, there were hardly any relatives or friends. Lin's mother did not like ostentation in life, so everything at the funeral was kept simple.
When Lin's mother was buried, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky. Lin Yixun looked at the gray sky, her eyes vacant. Even the heavens are grieving for her mother, are they not?
