Lian Xinying followed Su Rong to the bedroom, and Su Rong closed the door behind them.
Lian Xinying glanced around the bedroom and noticed the curtains were still closed.
"Mom, when you called me, were you just waking up?" Lian Xinying walked over to the window, pulling the curtains open while also cracking the window to let in some fresh air.
Su Rong responded with a murmur, "I didn't sleep well last night. I dreamed of your father again. I only fell asleep when it was almost dawn."
What Su Rong said was entirely true.
As Lian Xinying listened to her talk about these sorrowful matters, her heart grew heavy as well.
"Dad is gone, but we have to live well, to let Dad rest easy." Lian Xinying helped Su Rong to the edge of the bed and eased her down to sit.
Her gaze fell on the bedside table, where a bowl of plain congee and a plate of greens sat untouched. Judging by their appearance, Su Rong hadn't eaten any of it.
