Shen Tingyu grabbed her hand and held it fast. "I didn't protect you," he murmured. "I should at least taste the suffering you endured."
Cui Lingyao didn't know what to feel. She couldn't understand how his sense of responsibility toward her could be so heavy.
After a long silence, just as she was about to say something, the sound of bustling footsteps came from outside the door.
Someone was coming.
Cui Lingyao quickly let go, but seeing he didn't react, she struggled a little and hissed, "Let go of me."
"..." Shen Tingyu snapped back to reality and hurriedly released her.
In her peripheral vision, Cui Lingyao noticed that his ears had turned red again.
At the entrance of the mourning hall, two familiar figures appeared.
Cui Lingyao thought she was seeing things. While she was still dazed, the visitors walked in.
It was Chen Minrou and her husband, who had sent a calling card the day before upon learning of Mrs. Shen's passing.
