Qiao Yun arrived at the door of Lu Shiran's room and gently knocked.
However, after waiting for a while, there was no response.
Qiao Yun raised her hand and knocked again, her voice soft as she spoke, "It's me, open the door."
This time there was a response.
"Just go, leave me alone, let me be by myself for a while."
Lu Shiran's voice was muffled and deep, also carrying a hoarseness due to excessive emotional fluctuations.
Qiao Yun hesitated for a moment, didn't force him to open the door, knowing that he was still alive was enough.
After going downstairs.
The old lady, worried, asked, "Shiran, aren't you coming down for dinner?"
"He won't open the door, but rest assured he is still alive." Qiao Yun told them not to worry about Lu Shiran doing something drastic.
The old lady sighed deeply, "I'll go call him."
Now that Lu Shiran had lost his mother, she could only try her best to treat Lu Shiran well to prevent him from going astray.