The man's face darkened as he nodded, crossed the police cordon, and approached Lin Yixun step by step.
Her face was streaked with tears, indicating she had been crying for a long time. Her hollow, dark eyes terrified the man like never before.
He had never seen Lin Yixun so desperate and helpless; she looked like a soul-less puppet, sitting motionlessly with her entire being emptied.
The man's heart tightened involuntarily, even in the lavender field back then, she had never looked like this.
The man opened his mouth, and after a long while, managed to utter in a strained voice, "Lin Yixun..."
But Lin Yixun didn't respond, remaining motionless as before.
Seeing this, Leng Yixiu stretched out his hand and gently patted Lin Yixun's shoulder, "Lin Yixun, let go of your mother. Your mother is gone, she needs to be buried peacefully."
