The sound of knocking came at the door.
Though there was no response, Ling Wei still pushed the door open and walked in.
"My condolences. Mr. Luo's passing—we know you are deeply grieved.
But the dead cannot return. In the heavens, he would also hope, Ye'Er, that you can pull yourself together."
As he spoke, Ling Wei waved his hand.
He gestured, and the servants outside brought some food into the room.
"Your mother just went and made this for you, to help ease the heaviness in your heart.
You have injuries on your body; you need to rest well in order to recover faster.
I won't disturb you any longer. Mind your state of mind.
When you stand up again, you'll be even stronger."
With that, Ling Wei left, closing the door behind him.
In Ling Wei's view, his son looked the way he did, surely because of grief and anger in his heart.
After all, the one guiding him, Mr. Luo, died today.
This Luo Zuchen may have wronged many people.
