Since they were visiting the cemetery today, the promised trip to the amusement park with the little one had to be postponed by a day.
Fu Yunting felt terribly guilty, so... he let the little one have an extra bag of chips today.
Inside the Fu Family cemetery.
Qin Yan worked very hard to carry the beautiful white chrysanthemums, along with the roses her mother liked and the climbing roses her grandmother liked.
She refused to let anyone help, either.
Her entire body was buried behind the flowers, her short little legs pattering along at Meimei's direction.
"There are stone steps ahead. Watch your step, little one."
Qin Yan nodded and answered in her sweet little voice, "Okay."
They finally reached their destination.
And Qin Yan finally saw her mother and grandmother.
At that very moment, her big eyes gradually reddened and filled with mist.
"Mommy."
Even though she had never met her, a child's attachment to her mother was etched into her genes.
Her uncles and grandfather stood behind her, stroking her little head affectionately.
"Your mother would be so happy to know you're still alive."
Likewise, knowing how much you suffered before coming back would surely break her heart.
Qin Yan sniffled and gave a muffled hum of acknowledgment.
"Go offer your mother some incense."
Under her grandfather's guidance, Qin Yan placed the flowers in front of her mother's gravestone.
Then she solemnly offered incense and burned the gold ingots folded from paper.
Before they came, Fu Wenzi had taught everyone to fold them together.
Fu Nanshan knew how, too.
Back at home, Qin Yan had been incredibly earnest about learning.
Her tiny fingers were quite nimble, and the gold ingots she folded looked just right.
Compared with everyone else's, although they were all made from the same