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Li Hao donned the mourning attire and stood before the memorial hall, with Lin Xiao beside him, also dressed in mourning clothes. Guests came and went, bowing repeatedly, and as the night deepened, the crowd gradually thinned.
"Let's eat something with my mom," Li Hao said to her after returning to Shangyang City that day.
"What about you?" Lin Xiao asked, her concern evident as she looked at him.
Professor Sun glanced at his son and said to Lin Xiao, "Come on."
Auntie had prepared some porridge and a vegetable dish, and they ate a little.
"Lin Xiao, why don't you stay with Grandma for a while? Let Li Hao be by himself," Professor Sun said softly, noticing Lin Xiao's anxiousness to return to the memorial hall.
Lin Xiao took the plate from Auntie and brought it to Grandma. "Grandma, please eat a bit."
Li Grandma felt a deep sorrow; is there anything more painful than a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one? She sobbed quietly.
Lin Xiao wiped away Li Grandma's tears with a tissue, unsure of what words could comfort her. At that moment, all words seemed inadequate; she simply stayed quietly with the grieving elder.
Li Grandma had not closed her eyes for hours since midnight. She began to recount stories of Li Boshan's childhood to Lin Xiao, and eventually grew tired and fell asleep mid-sentence.
When Lin Xiao stepped outside into the courtyard, she saw Li Grandpa and Li Hao speaking in the memorial hall. She stood beside Professor Sun in the yard.
"Lin Xiao," he said of Li Hao, "he is someone who appears cold on the outside but is warm on the inside." Professor Sun spoke these words in the cool March breeze.
Inside the memorial hall, Li Grandpa spoke resolutely, "He brought this upon himself; he has no one to blame but himself. You told him countless times, but he never listened."
With his son gone, he could not allow his grandson to suffer further.
Li Grandpa knew that after Li Boshan's passing, the first thing he did was call someone. He simply stated, "Li Boshan has died; Li Hao will return to wear mourning clothes. There's no need for this old man to pick up his grandson."
Li Hao had just been released.
With death comes the end of grievances; Li Hao's memories of Li Boshan automatically filtered out the unpleasant ones. He did not take pride in entering politics; perhaps he was simply weary of the struggles for power.
"Li Hao, since you have chosen this path, then walk it firmly without forgetting your original intentions," Li Grandpa said before leaning heavily on his cane and slowly making his way upstairs.
He cannot die yet; he wants to see his grandson's wings grow stronger, so he won't need his protection anymore.
Li Hao watched his grandfather's silhouette, his nose tinged with bitterness as pent-up emotions surged forth like a dam breaking. Lin Xiao saw Li Hao kneeling on the mat, his tall figure trembling with sobs, and she hesitated, unsure whether to approach him.
"Go on, keep him company," Professor Sun observed, noticing Lin Xiao's intent.
Lin Xiao knelt before Li Hao and wrapped her arms around him. As he inhaled her familiar scent, he buried his head in her shoulder, allowing his emotions to flow freely.
The next day, they bid farewell to Li Boshan. After the seventh day of mourning for Li Boshan, they decided to return to Xiangtian Province.
Li Grandpa had aged overnight; such pain might never heal in a lifetime. Professor Sun remained as calm as still water, undisturbed by the turmoil around him.
When they returned to Lido Water View that evening, Lin Xiao felt as though this period had stretched into a century—long and winding. Only upon returning home did she feel a sense of grounding.
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