Lin Yuhan woke up and found that she was lying on the bed in the bedroom of the old mansion, as if she had a nightmare just now. She looked up and saw Mother Song sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Miss Lin, are you awake?" Mother Song said softly, her voice trembling a little, and her tone was full of pity.

Almost at the same time, James came in, as quickly as if he had been waiting at the door. He stood not far from the doorway, watching her from a distance, and although he did not speak, the concerned gaze that passed on seemed to say it all. Yu Han stared at his eyes intently, realizing that it was not a dream before, everything was real. She struggled to close her eyes, holding back the grief that kept crashing in her heart, and slowly sat up.

"I'm going to wake my mother's spirit." She said calmly.

James nodded, his voice hoarse: "Okay, let Mother Song accompany you." ”

Yuhan didn't answer, she slowly stood up and looked for clothes from the closet and calmly packed her things.

James exited her room and leaned against the wall in the hallway to take a deep breath. The weather hasn't cooled yet, but the cold breath has entered the body, stinging the body. He can empathize with the grief of losing a loved one, and he has also experienced that grief and pain, which is still unforgettable. Now Yuhan is also suffering the same grief as he did back then, and he can't do anything about it.

Hou Mengyuan's mourning hall is located in the living room on the first floor of the Lin family. Lin Yuhan knelt on the bamboo mat in a white filial piety robe, looking at his mother's spirit card with empty eyes. A few guests come to mourn, the guests offer incense and salute, and Yuhan bows his head in return. Lin Daxun greeted and received visitors in the hall.

The sky gradually darkened, and only Lin Yuhan and Lin Daxun were left in the living room. Lim Daxun was sitting on a chair and napping. Mother Song walked up to Lin Yuhan and leaned over and whispered, "Miss Lin, you haven't eaten or drunk all day, I cooked some rice soup, you can get up and drink a little." ”

Yuhan looked at Mother Song, and tried to stand up with her hands on the ground, but her legs were already numb and she couldn't use her strength at all. Mother Song hurriedly helped her up, let her sit on a chair, and turned around to bring the bowl. Yuhan took a sip, his throat was bitter, and he had no appetite at all.

Mother Song sighed, sat down beside her, and said earnestly: "Today is the first day of the wake, and there will be a burial in two days, Miss, you can't hold on to your body without eating or drinking." Mrs. Lin will also worry about you when she sees you ruining your body like this in the sky, and she can't go on the road with peace of mind. ”

Yuhan knew that what Mother Song said was reasonable, her eyes were slightly hot, and tears fell down. She picked up the rice soup and barely took a few sips.

James came to the mourning hall the next day to pay his respects. He wanted to come back on the last day for three days, but he was worried about it, and he was restless and had no intention of doing anything else. Zhao Zongli parked the car at the entrance of Linjia Alley, and James got out of the car and walked in.

Lin Daxun originally thought that James would send someone to send a wreath, but he was a little unexpected and flattered to see him come to the mourning hall in person to mourn. He understood that this was all because of Yuhan's relationship, and thought in his heart, it seems that his daughter still has some status in Mr. James's heart, and he can rely on this daughter in the future, and he doesn't have to worry about it in his old age. Lin Daxun greeted him warmly and respectfully led James to the mourning hall.

James walked into the mourning hall with a solemn expression, and saw Lin Yuhan kneeling on the ground sadly. She stared at the spiritual position with a blank expression, and in only two days, she had lost a lot of weight, and her face was pale and bloodless.

James twitched the corners of his eyes slightly, slowly moved to the front of the altar, took three pillars of incense, lit them with the candle flame, bowed slightly, inserted the incense pillar into the incense burner, and then turned to face Yuhan. Yuhan kowtowed, and when he looked up, he saw that it was James.

Lin Daxun hurriedly said, "Yuhan, Mr. James is here." You've also been kneeling all morning, it's time to get up and rest and talk to the guests. As he spoke, he invited James to the chair on the side of the mourning hall and instructed Yao's mother to serve tea.

Mother Song, who was guarding the side, hurriedly helped Yuhan to get up and helped her sit down opposite James. The two looked at each other speechlessly, Yuhan felt the concern and worry transmitted in his eyes, and a cloud of mist surged into his eyes, so he lowered his head.

Neither of them spoke, and sat quietly for a long time. James sighed slightly and whispered, "The dead are gone, and the living are like this." The phrase "...... condolences" is a polite word that is usually said during condolences, but it is particularly heartwarming at the moment.

Yuhan nodded slightly, the mist in his eyes had condensed into tears and filled his eyes.

James turned to Mama Song, who was standing aside, and said, "Mama Song, take care of Miss Lin more carefully." ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhan, I will." Mother Song replied.

James stood up, and at this time, Yao's mother's tea was also served, and Lin Daxun hurriedly said, "Mr. James, let's have a cup of tea and leave." ”

"Nope." James walked out of the mourning hall with heavy steps with a heart full of concern.

Yuhan looked at the back of James leaving, his cold heart warmed a little inexplicably, if there are still people in this world who can understand their pain, it is also a gratifying thing.