"I'm sorry, Yunshu."
Jiang Nan felt deeply apologetic, for when she was at her saddest, he couldn't be by her side.
He missed seeing grandma for the last time, and also missed the funeral.
Situ Yunshu shook her head, "Grandma wouldn't blame you."
"But I blame myself."
I blame myself for not being by your side.
I blame myself for not being there for grandma in her final days.
All mistakes, every one of them, were his fault.
It's all his fault.
Raising his hand, he gently caressed her pale face. During the time he was away, she must have stayed by grandma's bedside all along, right?
She had become so emaciated.
"Yunshu, don't be sad." Holding her in his arms, Jiang Nan comforted softly.
She neither cried nor made a fuss, not even showing much expression of sadness, but Jiang Nan understood all her grief was kept inside.
She just didn't show it.
She was always used to disguising herself, and now, even sadness must be hidden away.
His heart tightened.
