The lights in the mourning hall are bright. During these three days, the candlelight in the mourning hall cannot be extinguished, and the fragrance must be ignited all the time.

Ling Yiran walked into the mourning hall and saw Yi Jinli standing in the mourning hall like that, with light and shadow falling on him, intertwined lightly. He lowered his eyes lightly and looked at Mr. Yi lying in the ice coffin, wearing a mourning dress, with his handsome face, but his face was expressionless.

"A Jin." Ling Yiran shouted.

And until then, he seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and turned to look at her, "Didn't you let you stop coming here? I'll be fine."

"I want to see you, so I'm here." Ling Yiran said, approaching Yi Jinli, raising his hand to touch his face.

It is now early January, and the weather is getting colder, but there is no heating at the mourning hall, so although it is indoors, it is still cold.

Especially at night, it's even colder.

"Are you going to stay here tonight?" she asked.

"Since he raised me, I still have to do what I should do." He murmured, "The old man will be in funeral tomorrow. There will be too many people at that time, and you will be inconvenient for your health, so you won't have to go there."

"I'm not at the time of having a baby now, and it's not so inconvenient that I can't attend my grandfather's funeral." Ling Yiran said, "I'll go tomorrow. If I feel uncomfortable at that time, I will tell you in time."

Yi Jinli pursed his thin lips slightly, "Grandpa is not good to you, why are you..."

"There are not so many reasons, because he is your grandfather and your relative." Ling Yiran said, "So, even if he doesn't like me, in the end, he actually didn't accept me, and I still want to send him a trip."

Nothing else, just for the old man to raise Ajin!

Yi Jinli gently held Ling Yiran's hand, "Don't care what grandpa said last, he just... just..."

"I know, he just doesn't believe that loving someone deeply will lead to a good ending, because of the affairs of your grandpa Zeng and your grandma Zeng, as well as your father's affairs, so... he is afraid that your future will be unlucky." Ling Yiran said.

When she was taken to the ancient house of Yi by him, she was deeply impressed by her stories about the ancient house, the long sword stained with blood.

And when she knew that it was the story of his grandfather Zeng and grandmother Zeng, the shock in her heart is still there.

His grandmother Zeng killed his grandfather with his own hands, and then stayed alone in the ancient house, raising his grandfather to grow up.

Ling Yiran could almost imagine that the old man who grew up in such an environment was only afraid of love, not expectation, but fear.

Maybe... the old man has never really loved someone in his life!

"Actually, when I think about it this way, my grandfather is also worried about you, so he will say those words at the time of his death." Ling Yiran said.

"Is that so? Will he... worry about me?" He seemed to sneer, and glanced at Mr. Yi in the ice coffin from the corner of his eyes, then slowly lowered his head and gently laid his head on Ling Yiran's shoulder.

"You are his only relative, and he still has that affection for you."

"But he cares more about the rise and fall of the Yi family than the so-called family affection." Yi Jinli whispered.

"Maybe everyone cares about the most is different, just like a beauty in the country. Some people love the country and some people love the beauty. It may not necessarily be said that any kind of love is wrong." Ling Yiran thought for a while.

In her eyes, A Jin was like a lonely child at this moment.
Chapter completed!