I don't know when it started, but the summer heat quietly receded, and it was late autumn. The autumn colors in the suburbs are more intense, and the autumn breeze adds a little coolness.

Mother Lin's coffin has been buried, the funeral is over, and the relatives and friends gradually disperse. Lin Daxun sent off a few guests, and was busy checking out and rewarding the blowing team. Lin Yuhan knelt alone in front of her mother's tombstone and was stunned, she wished it was a dream, and when she woke up, she could still hear her mother calling her name affectionately.

Yao's mother held a blue cloth package in her hand and walked hesitantly to Yuhan's side.

Yuhan raised her eyes and saw Yao's mother, and said with red eyes, "This is leaving?" ”

"Well, someone from the countryside has come to pick me up." Yao's mother raised her hand and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "Miss, Madame is gone, you have to take good care of yourself." ”

Yu Hanmu nodded, and his soul seemed to fly away from his body and followed his mother.

Yao's mother still stood in place, hesitated for a moment and then said, "Miss, there is something I shouldn't have talked about, but I feel sorry for Madame when I hold it in my heart." Madame has always been good to me for so many years......" Yao's mother was a little choked up.

Hearing that it was about her mother, Yuhan came back to her senses and looked up at Yao's mother suspiciously, "What's the matter?" ”

"Hmm...... In fact...... This time, Mrs. fell ill in a fit of anger because she heard rumors that the master had a woman outside. Later, the lady had a big quarrel with the old man, and the asthma attacked, which was the ...... I don't know if those rumors are true or not, but Madame did pass away because of this incident. ”

Yu Han looked at Yao's mother in surprise with red eyes, she didn't know that her mother had suffered such a blow and humiliation before she died.

Yao's mother paused, thinking that she seemed to have said too much, and she regretted it a little. She finally muttered, "I'm leaving." Well...... Take care, Miss. With that, he turned around and hurriedly left with small steps.

Yuhan's body seemed to have something to support was withdrawn, she knelt limp in front of her mother's grave, her throat seemed to be stuck by a thorn, she couldn't get up or down, she was stuck into the flesh and only the pain was left, the pain seemed to be no longer her own body, I don't know what mixed together filth poured out of her body and exploded.

Yuhan crouched in front of her mother's grave, feeling that she might have to follow her mother, there was a warm and solid arm that gently wrapped around her, she gasped for a few breaths before she could find her breath, angry, distressed, aggrieved, lonely...... At this time, she needed a support to rely on so much, she leaned powerlessly in this warm and solid chest, and the comfort that she could feel without any words, it seemed that their hearts were connected, which was wonderful.

I don't know how long it took, Yuhan gradually came back to his senses and saw James. It was already dark, James got up with Yuhan in his arms, took her to the car, and took her back to the old mansion.

Yuhan was exhausted and fell asleep, and James carried her from the car to the bed in the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, silently looking at Yuhan's tired face, heartache and helplessness. He raised his hand and gently stroked the hair on her cheeks, and there was tenderness in his pitying eyes that no one had ever seen.

Song's mother came in with hot water and towels, and James took the towel and motioned for Song's mother to rest.

James damp the towel and wiped Yuhan's face very gently, one after another, delicately and softly...... After wiping his face, he began to wipe his hands with the same gentleness. He held Yuhan's cold hand in his palm, her hand was cool and soft, and the coolness pierced his heart through his palm. He closed his palms to warm her hands, his hands trembled slightly, his shoulders trembled, he lowered his head and put his clenched hand against his forehead, and the uncontrollable emotion welled up in his heart, and he muttered forgedly: "What should I do?" …… How?! ”

He was hunched over, his shoulders trembling, and a tear-like liquid was pouring from his eyes, a strange sensation that he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had shed a tear.