Nobody knew what she had gone through. Lin Qiao felt a bit stuffy in her chest, and Song Tingfan pressed his lips together without saying a word.
If he didn't have Lin Qiao...
Song Qin's eyes reddened as she wiped her tears with her back turned. Little Song Ling obediently held her hand and softly comforted her, "Grandma."
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat quiet.
Suddenly, Li Guifen's voice rang out, "Daughter, come and help me carry this."
Everyone looked over. Li Guifen had a basketful of things on her back, covered with a cloth bag, so it wasn't clear what it was.
Song Tingfan strode over to take it. Li Guifen's shoulders relaxed, and she rubbed her shoulder, "This is the new rice from home, brought it to cook porridge."
Then she looked at Furen, who seemed a bit off, smiled and said, "Big sister, do you like eating red berries? I'll take you to pick them, there's a big basket in the back mountain."
