Aunt Lin quietly left after bringing Ji Sang to a room.
Ji Sang just stood there, stunned.
The room was decorated in Yang Jun's favorite style, but what was placed in the center was her own memorial portrait.
Ji Sang stood and watched for a very, very long time until she finally stepped forward and knelt down.
It seemed as though there was so much she wanted to say, but she didn't know how to start. The flowers on the table were the daffodils that Yang Jun liked most, still adorned with dew from the morning.
Someone had been taking care of them, carefully.
Ji Sang hadn't emerged from that room even when Ji Hanwen returned.
"Mr., Ah Shang has been inside the whole time,"
Aunt Lin said softly, as if afraid to disturb the person inside.
Ji Hanwen walked to the door, placed his hand on the knob, thought for a moment, then pulled it back.
"Mrs. Lin, please ask her to come out."
If he went in, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his emotions.
