Feng Ling froze for a moment, not reacting right away.
After all, they had been acquaintances from a very, very long time ago. Their bond had not been particularly deep, but hearing of her death so suddenly still stirred a faint, indistinct sorrow in her heart.
Ling Feiran spoke softly, "It's normal that Xiao Ling didn't know. The funeral didn't notify many people. Mother Feng had been sick for a long time. In a way, passing on was a release for her."
Feng Shao took a sip of beer, looking somewhat melancholy as well. "If you ask me, it was because she lost her fighting spirit. The Orphanage was her emotional anchor. Once the Orphanage couldn't keep going, her body couldn't hold on either."
Then he put on a smile and joked, "Maybe it was better that she went. If she were still alive now, she'd only suffer more. Xenomorphs kill people every day, the economy's in a slump, public security is a mess... Ordinary people can barely survive, let alone an old woman raising orphans."
Ling Feiran reached over and pinched him, then turned to Feng Ling. "Let's change the subject. Tell us about how you've been."
Feng Ling raised her beer and lightly clinked it against Ling Feiran's, smiling. "Let's talk about you two instead. How did you end up together? Aren't you going to explain?"
Ling Feiran blushed and glanced at Feng Shao. "He chased me. He was like chewing gum—I just couldn't shake him off."
Feng Shao wore a foolish grin, his gaze on Ling Feiran full of sweetness.
"What a pity," Feng Ling sighed when she saw that. "Ah! I actually missed your wedding. What a shame!"
"We're not married yet," Feng Shao told Feng Ling. "Feifei doesn't want to hold a wedding. You know,