Wearing a small white flower on her temples, she stood at the door of the venue with her hands hanging down. She greeted the people from all walks of life who came to express their condolences with a dull expression. She nodded mechanically and dealt with their words of condolences, which she couldn't tell whether they were sincere or false. She looked pale.
His lips were pursed tightly, and deep in his eyes, there was endless desolation.
The black mourning clothes, pale complexion, haggard face, and red and swollen eyes all made Huangfu Lin, who hid himself in a dark corner, extremely distressed. In just a few days, his little woman quickly lost weight.
I picked up a paper flower that looked like it could be blown away by a gust of wind at any time. How could I not feel distressed?
He watched from a distance, his fingers clasped together and his eyebrows furrowed, never letting go.
Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Song Gang stepping forward quickly: "Brother Lin, the Han family is here."
He nodded and paused.
The Han family's car drove over in a mighty manner, attracting everyone's attention.
"Xiaotong." Luo Qian touched the confused Xiaotong with her elbow, "Han Shaoqi and the others are here."
Xiao Tong raised her head blankly.
I saw all the Han family here, Mr. Han, Father Han, Mother Han, and Han Shaoqi, all wearing black clothes. They took small white flowers from the reception desk and pinned them on their chests, and then they all walked towards her solemnly.
Xiaotong forced a smile, "Grandpa Han, Father Han, Mother Han, Han Shaoqi, are you all here?"
"Xiaotong," Mr. Han looked at Xiaotong who was so thin that he was reduced to a piece of paper with distress. "People can't be resurrected after death, so it's better to grieve and accept changes. Don't be too sad, take care of your body!"
"Thank you, Grandpa Han." Xiaotong held back tears and tried to look normal. "I'm okay, I can still hold on."
The old man sighed and walked over to pay homage to Ning's mother's portrait.
After all, it was an in-laws meeting, so he just left. At this moment, seeing the person who was still alive a few months ago has now turned into a photo hanging on the wall, how could he not be filled with emotion?
"Xiaotong, I'm sorry." Father Han stroked Xiaotong's shoulder comfortingly.
"Thank you, Father Han." From father to father Han, Father Han was also very touched. He glanced at his wife behind him and walked away with a complicated expression.
"Xiao Tong." Mother Han didn't know what to say. Her expression was very complicated. The girl in front of her was something she once disliked. She wanted to drive her out of the Han family, but now she suddenly looked at her.
She lost her loved one and looked so haggard that she let go of her grudge. "Don't be sad, everything will be fine." She could only comfort her like this.
"Thank you." Xiaotong nodded politely without any unnecessary words.
Just as Mother Han didn't like her, she also didn't like Mother Han. But on a day like today, she was still grateful that she could come to see her mother off for the last time.
Finally, there was Han Shaoqi. He looked deeply at Xiaotong and walked past her without saying anything.
At this moment, he knew that no amount of words would be in vain. He could only pray that she could get over the pain of losing her mother as soon as possible and return to her playful, cute, cheerful and carefree appearance.
"Xiaotong, you must hold on!" Luo Qian looked at her worriedly.
Xiaotong forced a smile and forced tears to burst back into her eyes.
After the Han family members received the greetings one by one, they were led to the rest room by the dedicated personnel to rest.