Chapter 408: Chapter 408

Now it was Qin Sheng’s turn to be stunned. He had been genuinely angry, but hearing Ling Momo say it that way turned his anger into awkwardness. He lowered his head and mumbled an apology, "I’m sorry."

Ling Momo shook her head, but her mind was on other things. She bowed her head and ate her porridge absentmindedly.

Li Qingshen had taken care of his matters and when he turned around, he saw Qin Sheng and Ling Momo. He walked over to them and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Qin Sheng remained silent, but Ling Momo lifted her head and smiled. "Nothing."

Li Qingshen nodded and didn’t ask further. He went into detail about the funeral arrangements for the next day, and Ling Momo made note of them all.

Ling Momo felt she had gotten past the worst of her sorrow, and slowly she started to accept things. Death was a part of life, and her great-grandfather had indeed been very old. Yet, when she truly laid her great-grandfather’s coffin in the field the next day, Ling Momo still cried like a child made of tears, her hands and feet icy cold.

Returning from the field to her home, Ling Momo locked herself in her room and refused to come out, and no one could enter.

Li Qingshen and Qin Sheng instructed others to tidy the house. Since Ling Momo wouldn’t come out, naturally, no one left. Everyone had been frantic and exhausted these past few days, so they went to sleep in the car.

When Li Qingshen and Qin Sheng woke up, it was already 8 p.m. The great-grandmother had prepared dinner and called them to eat. Li Qingshen didn’t forget to knock on the door to get Ling Momo, but he found the door unlocked. He furrowed his brows, pushed the door open, and found no one inside.

The great-grandmother also came over to call Ling Momo to dinner. Seeing that the room was empty, she sighed, muttering, "She must have gone to the field to see her great-grandfather. They depended on each other since she was little, growing up together. His passing must have hit her hard."

Li Qingshen looked out at the deepening Night Color, feeling uneasy, and said, "You go ahead and eat. I’m going to check on her."

Then, he took a flashlight and walked out.

Li Qingshen realized upon going outside that he didn’t need any flashlight. The moon hung high, illuminating everything. He walked through the fields, surrounded by the fragrant aroma of ripe fruits and vegetables.

Li Qingshen crossed a field of tall sorghum and came out to see Ling Momo indeed sitting on the ground in front of a fresh grave.

In his memory, that girl was always full of smiles, quirky, and never took things too seriously. If she felt wronged, she’d pout and plan her revenge, expressing her emotions in such a carefree manner, shining like the bright, blinding sunlight outside the window. But now she sat there so quietly, motionless, bathed in the soft moonlight. She curled into a ball, a sorrow pervasive all around. Li Qingshen watched, and a profound and real ache rose from the depths of his heart!

She hung her head slightly. Li Qingshen stepped closer, and he could see her expression—calm, indifferent, without the tears that once streaked her face, yet faintly revealing a desolation she couldn’t suppress or hide.

Li Qingshen walked over and silently sat beside the girl. Ling Momo felt someone next to her and turned her head...

[The emotional warmth continues tomorrow!]