It was a little different from what Yan Xianjue had imagined.
Ji Xi had indeed been extremely busy over the past week or so.
But it was not because of the Ji Household.
It was because he was arranging a gravestone for his father.
Although father and son had never met, he could sense from the lines his mother had written that the man had looked forward to his birth.
Ji Xi thought that was enough.
Perhaps their father-son bond had simply been too thin in this lifetime, something that could not be forced.
He had not known before, but now that he did, he could not let his mother keep hiding the ashes in her bedroom, shut away from daylight forever.
So many years had passed. Dust returned to dust, and earth to earth.
Even if his father had once been involved with the underworld,
he should now be laid to rest openly and honorably under his own name.
The day after Ji Zhi told Ji Xi about it, she received his answer.
She was not surprised by Ji Xi's decision.
She knew the son she had raised herself.
He looked somewhat aloof, but he actually valued emotional bonds deeply.
But before this, simply staying alive had been difficult for mother and son.
They had not had much energy to spare for abundant emotions.
Ji Zhi remembered that when Ji Xi had been little, he had also wondered why he was different from others.
Why did he not have a father?
But he quickly stopped asking.
Ji Zhi did not know what had happened to him.
In any case, she would not believe it had been a good thing.
Everything that had happened had forced her son to mature far too early.
But it was not something