The mourning hall was brightly lit up. The candle had to be lit for three days and they had to keep the incense burning.
Ling Yiran walked into the mourning hall and only saw Yi Jinli standing inside with the light falling on him, intertwining with the shadows. He was looking at Old Master Yi who was lying in the ice coffin, wearing graveclothes. Yi Jinli’s handsome face was expressionless.
"Jin," Ling Yiran called out.
Only then did he seem to come back to his senses. He turned to look at her. "Didn't I tell you that you don’t have to come here as much? I can take care of things here."
"I came because I wanted to see you," said Ling Yiran as she approached Yi Jinli, raising her hand to touch his face.
It was already early January, and the weather was getting colder and colder. However, the mourning hall did not have a heater. Therefore, although it was indoors, it was still cold.
It was colder here, especially at night.
"Are you going to stay here tonight?" she asked.
He muttered, "Since he brought me up, I'll still do what I have to do. Tomorrow is the old master's funeral and it’ll be crowded. You don’t need to come since it's inconvenient for you with your current state."
Ling Yiran said, "I'm not going to deliver the babies yet, and it's not too inconvenient for me to come for Grandpa's funeral. I'll come tomorrow. I'll let you know if I don't feel well."
Yi Jinli pressed his thin lips together a little. "Grandpa wasn't kind to you. Why do you—"
Ling Yiran said, "There's no particular reason. It's because he was your grandfather and your family. So even if he didn't like me and didn't really accept me even till the end, I still want to see him off."
'There's no other reason. It's only because Old Master Yi raised Jin!'
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