"Yingying, is Mosheng really..." Shen Mom felt as if a hand were clutching her heart tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Mosheng and Yingying were still so young, and Weilan and Weici were just little kids... How could heaven be so cruel?
"Mom, I don't believe it," Han Yingying said, her lips pressed tightly, her face full of stubbornness and obstinacy, "I only believe in Shen Mosheng. He told me to wait, so I will wait."
"Yingying, we've already had someone confirm it. I know it's hard for you to accept right now, but self-deception will only bring more pain," Shen Mom said, looking at Han Yingying with heartache, hoping she would cry like she used to.
"I don't care, Shen Mosheng told me to wait, so I'll wait."
"Yingying..."
"Enough," Shen Grandfather suddenly banged his cane heavily on the floor, scolding sharply, "Everyone dies eventually, and the living must go on. What's the point of languishing like this? Prepare what needs to be prepared."
