Lin Yixun waited for a long time at the cemetery but Father Lin still didn't show up. She thought maybe the prison didn't allow it, so her father couldn't come.
She looked up at her mother's portrait, drenched by rain, and felt a pang of sorrow. Her mother loved her father all her life, unwaveringly stood by his side, yet in the end, her father couldn't be there to send her off for the last time.
"Miss Lin, it's getting dark. Shall we go back?" Sister Yi held an umbrella for Lin Yixun and gently urged.
Lin Yixun nodded. She knew her father's awareness of her mother's death must have been a heavy blow to him. Now, she was the pillar of the family, and no matter how much pain she was in, she couldn't afford to fall.
Seeing Lin Yixun slowly turn around, Sister Yi finally let out a long sigh of relief. Leng Yixiu, who had been quietly standing not far away, was also relieved. He was really afraid Lin Yixun would stubbornly stand there all night, unwilling to leave.
