"When is the memorial service?"
"The memorial service will be held the day after tomorrow."
"I can't go in person, please send a wreath on my behalf."
"I will, Second Young Master."
Chen Xun exited the ward, and in the vast hospital room, the silence was so deep you could hear a pin drop.
Mu Jingnan lay motionless on the hospital bed, only his tightly furrowed brows betraying his inner turmoil.
...…
On the day of Lu Meng's surgery, everyone came.
Lu Yin, Lin Qinqin, Madam Song and Mr. Song, Song Yiheng also came, and Qiao An brought his family of four.
Song Yunchi held Jingxing in one arm and sat by the bedside, "Don't be nervous, after the anesthesia you'll just fall asleep. Everything will be fine once you wake up."
Lu Meng's eyes were red as she reached out to hold Jingxing.
Unaware of what's happening, Jingxing plunged into his mother's arms, giggling incessantly.
He kept rubbing his chubby cheeks against hers, affectionately.
