In the afternoon, Wen Xin and Su Hang sat in the courtyard of the funeral home, both silent. After a long time, Su Hang finally spoke up.
"Xin Xin, I'm planning to take Tan Xingyue away. If you're willing, you can leave with us too."
"It's impossible. Nobody can take Tan Xingyue away. Grandmother entrusted Tan Xingyue to me before she passed away, and after New Year's Day, she has to participate in a piano competition. She can't leave with you."
Wen Xin lowered her eyes, not looking at Su Hang. She knew Su Hang meant well for Tan Xingyue. Ever since Tan Xingyue was in a wheelchair, she had always wanted to take her away and take care of her. However, she could not agree to it.
"How can you take care of her by yourself? When grandmother was still here..." Su Hang looked at Wen Xin. She thought it was Yang Jingyan taking care of Wen Xin and Tan Xingyue over the years. Now, with Yang Jingyan gone, there was no one to take care of Tan Xingyue and Wen Xin.
