Song Yunyan's mood also became heavy. She bent her knees and was about to kneel down together when Jiang Rongqing suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

She made a move and saw him taking off his coat and silently spreading it in front of her.

Her heart suddenly felt warm, her eyes turned red, and two teardrops rolled down on the fabric of his expensive suit.

After kneeling on top of the suit, Song Yunyan also held Jiang Rongqing's hand with her backhand, and said solemnly to Grandpa Jiang: "Don't worry, I will accompany Rong Qing well."

Seeing the young couple kneeling on the ground, Grandma Jiang felt a touch of relief in her sadness.

She walked forward tremblingly, rubbed the photo with her dry palms, and said softly: "Lao Jiang, just don't worry, your grandson is well taken care of by Yanyan."

As he said that, the old man raised his lips and smiled, "You don't know, in the two years since you left, our grandson has lived a life of neither human beings nor ghosts. I'm really afraid that he will be alone for the rest of his life."

Glancing at Song Yunyan, her eyes became more loving and gentle, and continued: "Fortunately, Yanyan appeared. She saved your grandson. You have a spirit in heaven to protect her, you know?"

Song Yunyan was moved, but also a little hurt at the same time.

Grandma said that in the two years after grandpa left, there were no humans or ghosts...

How sad was he?

How did his grandfather pass away, and how could he have such a big shadow?

With doubts and distress hidden in her heart, she quietly glanced sideways at Jiang Rongqing, only to see a sinister and dejected look flashing across his eyes, and his face was extremely cold.

Those straight, soulless eyes shocked her heart.

With a little force on her hand, she squeezed the man's palm soothingly.

Grandma chatted with Grandpa for a while, and soon the three of them left the cemetery.

After getting in the car, grandma said to Jiang Rongqing: "I'm thirsty, go buy a bottle of water and come over."

"There is it in the car."

Jiang Rongqing's voice suddenly became hoarse.

He was looking for water from the storage compartment, but grandma stopped him and said, "I can't drink this. You can go find some hot water."

Jiang Rongqing paused and immediately understood that grandma was trying to get rid of him.

He pursed his thin lips, glanced at Song Yunyan, and finally said solemnly: "Okay, I'll go right away and be back soon."

After he got off the car, grandma sighed deeply, lowered her voice a bit, and said to Song Yunyan: "Yanyan, grandma wants to ask you something."

"You say."

Song Yunyan said quickly.

"Do you, do you know, how your grandfather passed away?"

Song Yunyan shook her head.

"Rong Qing didn't even tell you?"

Grandma Jiang frowned and stared at her closely.

Song Yunyan continued to shake her head, "I only heard Nie Yusheng say on the phone that it seems that grandpa passed away in country M. I don't know the rest."

Grandma sighed: "This kid, Rong Qing, really can't get over this hurdle."

She said helplessly: "As for the specific cause of your grandfather's death, he has never revealed it to anyone, including me."

As she said that, she recalled the past, her eyes moistened again, "A few years ago, he came back from country M with your grandfather's ashes. His injuries all over his body were minor, but more seriously, he felt like he had lost his soul."

This description made Song Yunyan think again of the sentence "people are neither human nor ghosts". She asked carefully: "He, what happened to him at that time?"

"For five whole days, I didn't eat or drink. I was so thin that I lost my shape and passed out in my room."

Talking about it now, Grandma Jiang's face is still full of distress and fear, "Later he was found and he was taken to the hospital for injection of nutrient solution, and then his life was saved. But..."

The old man's "but" made Song Yunyan's heart twitch, "But what?"

"However, after he recovered, his spirit was still not right. Although he continued to work and interact with people as usual, he was lifeless, as if his heart had died. No one could ask him a word of his inner thoughts."

"He lived like a robot for more than half a year. I found the best psychiatrist for him. In the end, the doctor said that if he wanted to come out completely, he had to face the real cause of his grandfather's death."

Having said this, the old man looked deeply at Song Yunyan, "So, Yanyan, I just asked you if you know how his grandfather got there."

Originally, Song Yunyan was unwilling to ask Jiang Rongqing what he didn't want to say.

But he never thought that this matter would affect his mental health.

She hesitated for a moment, and Grandma Jiang continued: "Ever since he brought back his grandfather's ashes and buried him, he has never been to the cemetery once."

Song Yunyan was shocked.

Grandma Jiang looked at her and said: "Now that he can bring you here, it means that he is willing to share his true inner world with you. Yanyan, if you can, ask him. I don't want him to be stuck in the past forever."

Not coming out."

"..."

After grandma finished speaking, Jiang Rongqing came back soon.

After sending grandma back to her old house, they returned to the villa.

Jiang Rongqing didn't say a word all the way, her face was pale, her thin lips were pursed tightly, and she seemed to have lost half of her soul.

After returning home, he just said in a hoarse voice, "I have to be busy for a while," and went into the study without even coming out to eat dinner.

However, there was no light coming through the crack in the study door, so it was obvious that he was not working.

It seems that, as grandma said, he has not gotten over the shadow of his grandfather's death.

Although it is normal at ordinary times, once exposed to stimulation, reactions will occur.

Song Yunyan thought of what her grandma had said in the car, took a deep breath, and knocked on the study door with a dinner plate in hand.

"Rong Qing? I'm bringing you food. Can I come in?"

There was no sound inside.

"Rong Qing? Are you there?"

Still no response.

Song Yunyan was anxious and was about to continue asking when he suddenly said hoarsely: "...the door is unlocked."

She breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door directly. She was greeted by darkness and the thick smell of smoke, which made her cough immediately.

Reaching out to turn on the switch of the ceiling light, she saw Jiang Rongqing sitting at the table, reaching out to block the light in front of her eyes.

It had only been a few hours since I last saw him, but at this moment, he looked so haggard that he seemed to be a completely different person.

Song Yunyan stared at his sunken eye sockets and red bloodshot eyes, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.

She put down the dinner plate, walked gently to him, sat on his lap, and then put her hands around his neck.

"Rong Qing..."

Calling his name in a low voice, she asked softly in his ear: "How did grandpa pass away? Are you willing to tell me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Rongqing's eyes widened, filled with anger and pain.

Even Song Yunyan was suddenly frightened.

Restraining the desire to escape from him, Song Yunyan tried her best to comfort her gently: "Rong Qing, it's over. Grandpa has rested in heaven. Don't think too much."

However, Jiang Rongqing's breathing began to become rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
Chapter completed!