"Don't worry, I'm fine,"Murong Mian smiled.
He wasn't sad, he was very relaxed.
Perhaps, he would be able to slowly forget the past after Madam Murong died.
She was dead, and everything had turned into the wind of yesterday, blowing away the fog that had shrouded his heart for many years.
He could finally let it go and live his life properly. He would no longer have any secrets and could live their lives with Ji Mianmian.
Ji Mianmian reached out and held his arm. She did not say anything and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'll help you,"she said after a while.
"Yes, we'll go home after her funeral." Murong Mian's hand gently stroked her back.
"Sure. Before we go back, I'll buy some local specialties for sister qingsi, almonds, and dad and mom ..." Ji Mianmian slowly told him what they were going to buy when they got back.
