His words were like telling the old man his determination to love Ling Yiran.

The old man stared at his only grandson with his eyes. After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes as if he was tired, and murmured with a hoarse throat, "The men of the Yi family... love a woman too much, and they won't have a good ending. If you... are so stubborn, I'm afraid there won't be any good ending in the future..."

The old man's voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, no sound was made in his mouth, and the heartbeat line on the detection instrument beside him turned into a straight line.

Ling Yiran was shocked and knew that the old man was going.

The end of a life is right in front of her. This old man who scared her but was A Jin's relatives, was no longer in this world. All of this seemed a bit unreal.

Yi Jinli's hand was tightly holding Ling Yiran's hand, and he held it tighter and tighter until a scream sounded in his ears. He suddenly came to his senses and quickly let go of his hand.

"Does it hurt?" He held her hand nervously and saw that it was a little red when he saw that it was because he held it too tightly.

"It's okay." She said, "Your grandpa..."

"Yeah, let's go." He murmured.

Although his expression was still faint, and it seemed not like ordinary people. His relatives passed away and his face was full of sadness, she knew that he was sad.

The old man was his relative after all, and he was even the only relative who had been with him for so many years after his father's death.

Yi Jinli turned around, half lowered his eyes, and looked quietly at the old man lying on the hospital bed, as if he was tired and sleeping.

Ling Yiran was quietly accompanying Yi Jinli. This time, she was holding his hand firmly.

———

Mr. Yi’s funeral date was set for three days later, and the body was placed in the ice coffin and parked in the Yi family’s mourning hall.

But unlike ordinary families, Yi Jinli did not accept outsiders coming to mourn the mourning hall for mourning.

To him, the mourning hall was like a place where outsiders were not allowed to come in.

In this mourning hall, his father's body was once placed, but now his grandfather is placed.

In the past two days, Yi Jinli has pushed all his work and guarded the mourning hall almost 24 hours a day.

Ling Yiran has also been to the mourning hall several times, and each time he only saw Yi Jinli wearing white clothes standing beside the ice coffin.

She also advised him several times to pay attention to rest, and he always answered her gently, "I know, I will pay attention to my health, rest assured."

But how could she feel at ease! Even when she lies alone in bed at night, she feels not as stable as before.

It seemed as if she hadn't realized that she had become accustomed to him sleeping beside her, and when she opened her eyes, she could see her.

"A Jin is still in the mourning hall?" Ling Yiran asked the housekeeper.

"Yes, the young master is still with the old man in the mourning hall." The housekeeper replied.

Ling Yiran then asked the butler to prepare some snacks and took them to the mourning hall.
Chapter completed!