Wen Lan had a tormented night, and now that she saw Lin Nianhe, she felt like she had found her mainstay.
The normally tough Sister Lan's corners of her mouth drooped downwards, as she pounced into Lin Nianhe's embrace and burst into sobbing, startling the grandmother beside them with a fractured leg nearly jumping up.
Lin Nianhe placed one hand on Shen Cailan's head and patted Wen Lan's back with the other, while also managing to throw an apologetic look at the innocent grandma.
The grandmother wasn't angry, instead, she sighed and shook her head, pity filling her eyes.
They cried so hard that they were gasping for breath, which scared Lin Nianhe enough to glance several times at Cailan's mother—her chest was still rhythmically heaving, she wasn't dead.
She asked, "Can you first tell me what exactly happened to Cailan's mother?"
She couldn't read minds, these two only knew how to cry, what else could she do but hand them tissues?
They ignored her and continued bawling.
