n can give Lin Jin Ran what he, Mu Shao Chen, can also give!As for the child in her belly, he was also agreeable to it!Lin Jinran, returning to Fu's residence by carriage, was completely unaware that...Before Liu Fengqing fell into his long slumber, he had friends. However, over the years of sleep, the connections between them gradually thinned. In the end, the only one who stayed by his side was his daughter, Lin Jinran. 。Lin Jinran had no connection with any of Liu Fengqing's friends before her death. He never visited her while she was alive, and there was no need to feign grief after she passed away. 。

Everything was kept simple, and the only one who could accompany her throughout the process seemed to be the driver who drove and protected her. 。Accompanying her mother to the crematorium, Lin Jinran watched as her mother was sent in, his eyes reddened but not a single tear fell. 。In less than an hour, workers carried out a small, intricately carved wooden box. 。When Lin Jinran took it, his fingers trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were sour and unbearable, but he held back his tears. 。The cemetery chosen for her mother is a rather secluded one, with the graves spaced far apart, each forming its own circle. 。Busy as I was, time flew by until the day of my burial. 。

A heavy blanket of clouds hung low, pressing down like a suffocating weight. Lin Jinran, dressed in a thin black garment, stood alone holding an urn, his eyes vacant as he watched the workers open the grave. 。The staff who have been working in management for years, dressed in work uniforms and expressionless, stood aside and said, "Let them in." 。A sudden tightness gripped her heart, and she instinctively hugged the carved wooden box in her arms closer. 。Her eyes, brimming with tears, slid down her cheeks, following the path of gravity to pool under her chin before finally spilling over and splashing onto the intricately carved wooden box. 。

The staff member, seeing her hesitation, urged impatiently, "Hurry up, it's going to rain soon." 。Lin Jinran took heavy steps, walking towards the open cemetery step by step. With a thud, his legs knelt on the ground, and he carefully placed the carved wooden box in his hands into the grave. 。

The staff stood aside, covering the grave with a concrete slab and then began shoveling dirt into it, one shovelful, two shovelfuls, three shovelfuls....

Gradually, the soil covered the urn, burying it deeper. Lin Jinran remained kneeling there from start to finish, motionless, watching as the urn was gradually buried in the earth, forming a small mound.

Tears rolled silently, gathering along the fair cheeks and dropping to the chin, one by one, disappearing into the soil. 。

"Boom" 。A bolt of thunder boomed. 。The workers moved more efficiently, shoveling and filling in the grave within a few moments. They urged Lin Jinyan, "It's going to rain soon, let's go!" 。"Lin Jinran was as if he hadn't heard, still kneeling motionless. " 。

The staff seemed to have seen too much sadness and didn't care about her. They grabbed their shovels and hurried toward their own huts. 。Boom 。Another bolt of thunder boomed. 。Then came a strong wind, blowing everything about in every direction. 。Lin Jin's long hair, dyed a deep shade of red, was blown about by the wind, swaying back and forth like a strange dance. 。A mournful cry echoed through the air, as if someone was weeping. 。Lin Jin's eyes brimmed with tears as he silently gazed at the photograph of Liu Fengqing from her youth on the tombstone. He raised his hand, trembling, and touched the name inscribed above it. 。All the tears that had been held back finally burst forth at this moment. 。

Her loving mother, she really is gone. 。"Mom~~~" Lin Jinyan bent down and cried, her mournful cries mixing with the wind and blowing far away. 。With her heart-wrenching sobs and trembling body, she looked pitiful. 。Suddenly, a man's coat was thrown over her thin frame. 。ips trembled slightly as she breathed, her fingers clenching even tighter around Fu Mochen's immaculate suit. 。"Should be good to go now" 。Fu Mo's voice was low and husky, his slender fingers gently c...