"Mom, really, go rest," she urged.
She felt more and more that her mother’s condition was off. As she spoke, she pushed her mother toward the door. "Go spend so ti with Fenfen. Your granddaughter, she’s in the room."
In the past, she had ntioned to her mother her relationship with Ji Jingfeng, but now her mother asked about Ji Jingfeng again as if she didn’t know they had already broken up.
At the ntion of the word "granddaughter," a spark lit up in her mother’s dull eyes, and she excitedly grabbed Ji Anning’s wrist. "You and Jingfeng have a child?"
"No," Ji Anning shook her head, ready to explain, but considering her elderly mother’s current state, she guessed it would be another shock to her.
After a mont’s thought, she decided to skip the topic.
She said, "Please listen to and go rest. I am here to watch over things."
During the conversation, she had already moved her mother out of the funeral parlor. She then turned her head and gave Ji Chicheng a aningful look.
She needed to get her mother to the resting room.
There were not many relatives on her father’s side, just a few cousins and distant relatives who had been notified and were still on their way.
Her mother had married from afar, with relatives very distant, hardly in contact over the years, so they hadn’t notified them either.
With her father’s passing, Ji Anning felt a sense of relief, which she considered normal, but her mother’s serenity was not. Over the years, her mother had been the one by her father’s side, tending to him daily while managing her own treatnts. To her, her father might have been her only pillar of support.
Now that her father was gone, shouldn’t she feel as though the sky was falling?
Watching her mother, whose eyes were closed and whose breathing beca more and more even, Ji Anning was filled with doubt, feeling that her mother’s attachnt to her father had faded significantly.
That year, when the old man cut off the financial support for her father’s dical expenses and her father was near death, her mother had called her, so anxious, crying so heartbreakingly.
...
Ji Anning waited until she was sure her mother was fast asleep before she left, instructing her assistant to keep an eye on her mother’s condition.
She then returned to the funeral parlor, where Ji Chicheng stood in front of her father’s portrait, seemingly lost in thought, oblivious to her approach.
"Uncle,"
Ji Anning called out to Ji Chicheng, and only then did he shift his gaze from the portrait and turn to look at her. "Has she fallen asleep?" he asked quietly.
He walked over to the side, squatted by the urn for burning joss paper, and added so into it.
"Yes," Ji Anning nodded and joined Ji Chicheng, grabbing a handful of paper and placing it into the basin.
Then, curiously, she looked at Ji Chicheng and asked, "What were you looking at just now?"
Ji Chicheng didn’t rush to answer her question. He looked up again at their father’s portrait and after a mont, said, "The ten-plus years you should have enjoyed were spent trading for his life, yet it still ended."
A flash of surprise crossed Ji Anning’s eyes. She hadn’t expected Ji Chicheng to be thinking of this. She wasn’t sure if he was lanting or feeling sorry for her.
Regardless of whether it was lantation or sympathy, she was moved.
Really, her uncle was always thinking about her.
Her gaze also turned towards her father’s portrait. The photo was taken when her father was very young, and at that ti, he was very handso, though her mory of his youthful appearance was not very clear.
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