Qin Er was taken aback for a moment, then smiled gently: "As long as you come back safely, she will be fine."
This answer made Qin Yiren's expression soften slightly. She looked out the window at the sky and said softly, "I want to visit my father's grave. Is that okay?"
"...Now?"
"Now."
Since Qin Yiren wanted to go, Qin Er naturally had no objections: "Alright, I'll take you."
An hour and a half later.
Qin Er accompanied his sister to the cemetery. Along the way, they bought a bouquet of fresh flowers, and the siblings paid their respects to their father, talking about things from long ago.
Qin Yiren listened patiently until it was nearing dusk.
"Yi Ren, the night wind is very cold. You've just recovered and can't withstand the chill. If you want to talk to father, we can come another day."
As he spoke, Qin Er opened the car door and hesitantly asked, "Shall I take you home? You haven't been back since you returned."
