The memorial service ended in the afternoon.
After seeing off the last guest, Ye Li rushed back to the hall, only to see her mother cradling her father's black-and-white portrait as if it were a treasure, continuously thanking Fu Yanci.
"Mom, are you okay?"
Ye Li approached, her eyes filled with concern.
When Li Xueqing had insisted on being discharged from the hospital to rest at home, the doctor had emphasized repeatedly that she must keep her emotions stable and take good care of herself.
Ye Li had thought her mother had been silently enduring a mix of great joy and sadness and had cried for so long in front of her father's tombstone that morning; her heart had been heavy with worry.
But nothing had happened.
No tears.
No sorrowful expression.
From beginning to end, Li Xueqing maintained a calm demeanor, gently thanking everyone who attended the memorial service, standing upright until the last moment.
Li Xueqing smiled and nodded, "Ah Li, mom is fine, don't worry!"