Bai Chen knew that what he said was probably just like a blowing wind that momentarily touched Wu Jinhai's ears. In this situation, perhaps no words could comfort a broken-hearted person, and that was why Bai Chen did not expect the older man to immediately cheer up just because of his words.
And Wu Jinhai indeed didn't look any better even after hearing Bai Chen's words of comfort. The black-haired man just withdrew from Bai Chen's arms before sitting on the ground in front of his mother's grave. The ground was covered in grass, and it was so damp that it even soaked the back of his red robe.
Bai Chen could see how Wu Jinhai was now sitting on the ground, and although he looked hesitant for a moment, he ultimately followed suit as he also sat on the ground beside the older man.
