Ning Family.
Ning Xixi wore a black dress, with a small white flower pinned to her hair, her face bare without makeup.
In the center of the mourning hall was a black-and-white photo of him, surrounded by wreaths, reminding Ning Xixi that Ning Jingshen was truly gone.
She rubbed her eyes and lightly tugged on Song Zhiyang's sleeve, "Brother...Dad is just sleeping, right..."
"Yes, he's asleep, dreaming a dream that no one can disturb," Song Zhiyang consoled her like a child, "As for everything else, you don't have to worry. I will handle it all."
With a nasal "hmm," Ning Xixi knelt down, kowtowed three times towards the photo, tears welling in her eyes, but she couldn't hold them back, they fell, one by one, onto the floor, soon forming a clear, wet stain.
She had no mother, no father anymore; all her closest blood relatives had left her.
Song Zhiyang felt a pang of hurt watching her, gently patting her shoulder, thinking it's good to cry; one must let out their grief.
