When Ye Que brought Ye Jinyang back, it was already the next day's early morning.
The sky had not yet brightened, but the Ye Mansion was brightly lit.
Starting from the iron gate of the mansion, all the way to the luxurious villa inside, the surroundings were draped with white mourning banners.
Upon entering the Ye Mansion, perhaps due to the early morning, the house was very quiet, so quiet it seemed only the sound of the wind stirring the nearby leaves could be heard.
Ye Jinyang, following alongside Ye Que, felt a wave of sorrow wash over him as he saw everything arranged at home, the tears slipping uncontrollably down his cheeks.
Even Ye Que, who was always strong and never shed tears in front of outsiders, could not stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.
As he led his son to the entrance of the villa, he suddenly stopped, his body bending, his knees lowering, kneeling on the cold ground.
Seeing his father kneel, Ye Jinyang hurriedly followed suit.
