That night, at the Liang Mansion.
Since Song Jiao's death, Liang Jun hadn't gone to the Hanlin Academy. He had stayed locked in his room, sitting on the floor, repeatedly touching the little cotton clothes, pants, and tiger-head shoes Song Jiao had made for the child. Looking at the half-embroidered baby bellyband with the words "long life" in the sewing basket, he was consumed with deep longing and pain.
After a while, Yun Duo lifted the curtain and came in with a food box in her hand. She skillfully found the candlestick's location and lit the lamp.
Turning her head, she saw the lunch food on the table, untouched, and her eyes immediately reddened. "Master, at least take a bite. The lady is already buried; if she sees you like this from the heavens, she would feel heartbroken."
