Wen Anbang wiped the tears from his face, a red hue in his pupils: "Sister, I will take good care of our mother and the two children for you. Don't worry."
Wen Yichen stood quietly beside the tombstone. He had never met Wen Qin, and although he felt a bit upset, it wasn't the heart-wrenching pain that the old lady and Wen Anbang exhibited.
On the other hand, Jian Ru cried as if she had lost a loved one, tears streaming down constantly: "Aunt, from now on Yichen and I will take good care of grandma for you, so please be at ease."
Lu Jinghan helped Han Xi wipe the tears off her face, his well-defined fingers spreading open her slightly cool palm, interlocking tightly with her fingers.
Song Yan, worried that the old lady couldn't handle crying any longer, suggested: "Grandma, let's head back first."
"Yes, grandma, it's so cold outside, don't catch a chill."
Jian Ru's black pupils were brimming with moisture, and she naturally linked her arms with the old lady's.
