When Leng Yixiu returned to the Half Mountain Villa, Lin Yixun was still not awake. In her sleep, her delicate brows remained tightly furrowed. The man reached out, wanting to smooth her frown, but withdrew his hand when it was halfway there. Father Lin’s sudden death left him unable to cope. He stared deeply at Lin Yixun’s small face, unable to look away. He suddenly realized that even moments were a luxury. Lin’s mother’s funeral was very low-key. Apart from a few colleagues who had a good relationship with Lin Yixun, there were hardly any relatives or friends. Lin’s mother did not like ostentation in life, so everything at the funeral was kept simple. When Lin’s mother was buried, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky. Lin Yixun looked at the gray sky, her eyes vacant. Even the heavens are grieving for her mother, are they not? After the funeral, Leng Yixiu saw Lin Yixun standing in front of Lin’s mother’s grave, refusing to leave for a long time. He couldn’t help but worry. He wanted to persuade Lin Yixun to leave soon and not dwell on grief, but knew that his presence might make things worse. So, he called Sister Yi and asked her to persuade Lin Yixun. Sister Yi, holding an umbrella, approached Lin Yixun from behind and softly urged, "Miss Lin, let’s go back." Lin Yixun didn’t turn her head, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Lin’s mother’s portrait. In a low voice, she said, "Sister Yi, you go back first. I want to stay here a little longer." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Sister Yi looked at Lin Yixun’s dim eyes and pale face. She couldn’t help but turn back and shake her head at Leng Yixiu, who stood not far away. The man quickly understood Sister Yi’s meaning; he had anticipated this outcome. The rain fell harder, and the wind was blowing on the mountain. Worried that Lin Yixun might catch a cold, Leng Yixiu sent Old He to fetch a windbreaker from the car and bring it to her. Seeing Lin Yixun put on the windbreaker, the man let out a long sigh of relief, then bitterly tugged at his lips. Now, even sending her a windbreaker had to be done by someone else. Leng Yixiu, oh Leng Yixiu, when did you fall to such a state? In fact, the reason Lin Yixun stubbornly stood in front of her mother’s grave was not only because she wanted to spend more time with her mother, but also because she was waiting for someone. From the time she could remember, her mother and father were always deeply in love. Even when her father was imprisoned and all relatives and friends kept their distance, her mother never thought of abandoning him. Back then, they left A City partly because of Leng Yixiu’s pressure and partly because Father Lin was in this city. During holidays, her mother would always personally make delicious food and take it to him. Even when her illness became severe, she would visit him periodically. Lin Yixun did not know the prison regulations, but she had informed her father about her mother’s passing, hoping that he could attend the funeral and bid her mother a final farewell. After delivering the windbreaker, Old He walked up to Leng Yixiu, his expression grave. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke in a low voice, "Just now, I tried to persuade Miss Lin again. She said... she said we should leave first; she wants to wait for her father." Upon hearing this, a deep pain flashed in Leng Yixiu’s eyes. He raised his gaze to Lin Yixun’s shaky figure, and his heart twisted into a knot. She would never know that the person she was waiting for would never appear.