"Yin! Yun 'er! My son!"
"Young miss, wuwuwu, young miss Wanwan"
Gu Xin stood to the side, waiting for the group of people to enter.
The deceased Xie Yun's parents were among them. Madam Xie had cried until she was out of strength. Her face was pale and she was being supported by two old women. Old master Xie was also staggering, his face full of sorrow.
There was another one who was crying especially miserably, it was Xie Yun's personal maid, man Zhu.
Gu Xin waited for them to enter before leaving. To be honest, she was not used to such an occasion.
It reminded her of the time when she was in trouble. Her parents and grandparents must have been like this.
Parting in life and death, a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away, was the cruelest thing in the world.
After leaving the courtyard, Gu Xin took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
