"Young Master Yang, actually, you didn't have to come." Zuo Lan said lightly.
Yang Gang chuckled, "I didn't have anything else to do anyway. Besides, Miss Zuo is now considered part of the Yang family. As the heir to the Yang family, it's only right for me to accompany my subordinate in mourning her mother."
"Uh, alright." Zuo Lan smiled faintly.
"Of course, if Miss Zuo feels inconvenienced...eh?!" Yang Gang suddenly realized something, looking at Zuo Lan incredulously, "Miss Zuo, you...you just smiled, didn't you?"
Zuo Lan nodded with a small smile.
Yang Gang was somewhat flustered, "What's going on?"
"What's so surprising? When life becomes joyful, smiles naturally follow." Zuo Lan spoke in a soft voice.
"But.." Yang Gang was about to argue but seeing Zuo Lan's expression becoming solemn once again, he held his tongue.
Looking ahead, they were almost at the cemetery.
Yang Gang collected his emotions and put on a reverent expression.