122 Grandpa's Seventh Day Memorial - Part One

After returning from the Netherworld, Chen Hao crawled into the world under his quilt without uttering a word, too preoccupied to pay attention to Ye Yuqiao beside him.

Since hearing the news of Chen Hao's grandfather's death this morning, Ye Yuqiao had not stopped crying. Her grief was no less profound than Chen Hao's. She sat by the bed, looking at the back of Chen Hao's head, and felt like he had drifted far away from her.

With great effort, she had let go of everything, longing to be impulsive with Chen Hao just once. However, disasters both natural and human-made shorten the happiness, lasting but a brief half-month. For her, filled with endless guilt, it seemed like fate that she was never meant to express her feelings to Chen Hao.

Outside the window, the sound of scattered leaves fluttering disturbed Ye Yuqiao's ears.

This was a season about to part!

In the following days, a persistent autumn rain began to fall in Y City.