He waved his hand, "Help Qiqi up."
Wan Qiqi raised her head and looked at Chen Yongnian with a hint of grievance.
Her legs went numb from kneeling, her eyes hurt, and her throat was itchy.
In short, I feel uncomfortable everywhere.
But Wan Ziyan knelt for even longer than her. He didn't even shed tears, only his eyes were red and swollen.
Holding it in is actually more painful than crying uncontrollably.
Wan Qiqi pouted, grabbed Chen Yongnian's arm with both hands, and relied entirely on his strength to pull her up.
After getting up, the numbness in her legs almost made her kneel back down.
Chen Yongnian seemed to know that she was unsteady on her feet, so he had already put his arm around her waist and let her lean on him so that she didn't have to exert any effort.
Wan Ziyan looked around, and with A Lai's help, slowly walked towards the side hall.
Dinner consisted of rice porridge and vegetables, with no meat.
The group of people sat at the dining table, looking quite tense.
No one spoke; they didn't know what to say.
For the first time, Wan Qiqi felt powerless; she didn't know how to comfort Wan Ziyan.
In the past, no matter the circumstances, she could always say a word or two.
Now, however, she can't say a word.
Wan Ziyan quickly finished the porridge in his hand, then turned around and went to the mourning hall.
He knelt in the same spot, like a stone statue.
The candlelight in the mourning hall reflected on him, amplifying his loneliness countless times.
Even the candlelight in the mourning hall had company, but he was all alone.
Chen Yongliang watched for a while, then couldn't bear it any longer. "Sister-in-law, are you just going to let Brother Wan do this?"
Wan Qiqi felt distressed seeing this, but there was nothing she could do. "Let him stay here! Perhaps that way, he won't feel so bad."
She put down her chopsticks and sighed heavily, "Tonight we'll take turns keeping him company. If possible, let him rest. This can't go on."
The two brothers answered in unison, "Yes!"
Looking at it, Alai sighed, "It's probably going to be very difficult!"
Just like eating, if it weren't for Wan Qiqi's design, Wan Ziyan probably wouldn't have eaten an inch of rice yet.
As expected, no matter who came to stand in for Wan Ziyan that night, he refused them all.
He stayed at the mourning hall like this, and when he got sleepy, he would kneel down and fall asleep. When his legs went numb, he would wake up, tap them twice, and then continue kneeling.
They went on and on until dawn.
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