Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Even though she tried her best to control herself, Sang Yuwan's body still trembled slightly.

It was as if an invisible gust of cold wind swept through her, causing her muscles to contract minutely and rapidly. In that instant, the fabric of her shoulders rippled slightly, like ripples on a calm lake caused by a dragonfly's touch.

"During the eldest brother's funeral, the second brother never showed up. People will definitely talk about it."

Xian Si nodded, "That's right, Madam."

She paused and suggested quietly, "Otherwise, it means that the Second Young Master has gone abroad for something."

A barely perceptible trance flashed across Sang Yuwan's eyes, and then he quickly returned to his usual calmness. However, that momentary tremor was like the brief twinkling of stars in the night sky, tiny but hard to ignore.

"Do you think they will believe it?"

Xian Si's face turned pale. "The doctor said that although the Second Young Master Ming's life is not in danger, he must stay in bed for at least three months before he can get out of bed and walk. Apart from going abroad, there is no other reason..."

Sang Yuwan stared at the dark world outside, her brows furrowed, a hint of sadness and sorrow in her eyes.

She took two deep breaths and whispered, "Just say that Second Brother is overly sad and his old illness has relapsed, so he needs to be hospitalized. All arrangements for Eldest Brother's funeral will be handled by Mingyi."

Upon hearing this, Xian Si glanced at Ming Yi who was dozing off not far away and asked, "Madam, is Young Master Ming Yi able to do this?"

Sang Yuwan's expression was solemn. "It has to be done even if it's not possible."

Xiansi nodded.

Sang Yuwan asked again, "How is things going over there, Second Master?"

Xian Si's tone became a little nervous, "No news yet."

Sang Yuwan raised her wrist to check the time. Five hours had passed since Shen Yilin called her.

Logically speaking, Rong Zhi shouldn't have dragged it out for so long.

Could it be that Shen Yilin has another big trick up his sleeve?

Thinking of this, Sang Yuwan's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated. Each pulse felt like a drum beating in her chest, so loud that even she could hear it clearly. This irregular rhythm made her feel an indescribable anxiety and uneasiness.

Xian Si gently pulled the blanket on her and whispered, "Madam, don't worry. At this time, no news is good news."

All of a sudden all sorts of bad thoughts came into Sang Yuwan's mind, like falling leaves, swirling around in her mind in a disorderly manner. Every thought was frightening, and they intertwined together to form an impenetrable net. She felt a little suffocated.

In order to dispel these bad thoughts in her mind, she asked Xiansi a very private question, "Xiansi, do you have someone you like?"

Xian Si's breathing stagnated, and her first reaction was that Sang Yuwan might have misunderstood her and Rong Zhi.

She hurriedly defended herself, "Madam, I don't have any thoughts about the Second Master. He and I are simply boss and subordinate..."

Sang Yuwan curled the corners of her lips, "Did I say you like him?"

Xian Si swallowed nervously and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. "I'm glad Madam didn't misunderstand."

Sang Yuwan retracted her gaze and gently stroked the patterns carved on the sandalwood box with her right hand. "Xian Si, liking someone is not a very beautiful thing."

Xian Si was stunned for a moment, puzzled, "Madam?"

Sang Yuwan's lips were slightly curved, and there seemed to be traces of tears still hidden at the edges of her eyes, which intertwined with her smile, forming a complex and subtle picture.

"Once you like someone, you won't feel at ease anymore. You'll be concerned about their every move, and sometimes, even a glance from them can make you uneasy..."

Xian Si was stunned and didn't know how to respond.

Maybe she is an outsider. She has grown up without ever meeting someone she likes.

Therefore, she did not quite understand the "heaviness" that Sang Yuwan talked about.

But she understood that Sang Yuwan was right.

Because Rong Zhi felt that way towards Sang Yuwan.

Sang Yuwan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, outlining a shallow arc, "Xian Si, liking someone can be sweet, but it can also be bitter..."

Xiansi looked at her quietly, not knowing what to say.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall.

Soon, a servant dressed in black mourning clothes ran to Sang Yuwan and knelt down with a plop.

"Miss Wan, news just came from the hospital. The master...he..."

Seeing that he looked flustered and stuttered, Sang Yuwan suddenly guessed something in her heart.

bang-

The sandalwood box in her hand fell to the ground.

"Madam..." Xian Si hurriedly picked up the box.

Sang Yuwan felt as if his chest was stabbed by a sharp knife. The world before his eyes seemed to have lost all its colors, leaving only endless darkness and silence.

Everything around me became blurry and distant, as if shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

"Madam, he hasn't finished yet, you..." Although Xian Si had some guesses in his mind, he didn't dare to believe it.

Sang Yuwan suppressed the sadness in her heart and said to the servant in a hoarse voice, "What happened to the master?"

The servant knelt on the ground, lowered his head, not daring to look at her, "The master has gone to accompany the eldest young master... wuwu..."

Tears flowed slowly down his cheeks like beads with broken strings, and finally dripped onto the cold ground, silently.

Sang Yuwan's shoulders began to tremble slightly. At first, it was just a subtle, imperceptible tremor. Gradually, the tremor became more and more obvious, as if all the strength in his body had been drained at this moment, leaving only endless sadness and despair.

Mingyu left.

The person who had been so confiding in her just a few hours ago was really gone.

She couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

Xian Si was startled, and his standing body trembled violently.

She stared down at the servant, "Are you sure you heard correctly?"

The servant cried, "You heard correctly. The doctor wants Miss Wan to come over immediately to handle the follow-up matters."

Xiansi's nose suddenly felt sore and his eyes turned red.

Although she had never had any dealings with Ming Yu, she knew that Sang Yuwan must be very sad at this moment.

"You go down first."

"Yes." The servant responded and slowly got up from the ground.

Xian Si looked at Sang Yuwan, whose face was pale, and felt very uncomfortable. "Madam, I will go to the hospital right away."

Sang Yuwan tried to calm down by taking deep breaths, but every breath she took seemed to imprint the pain in her chest even more deeply into her heart.

She had been holding the wooden box, one hand grasping the armrest of the chair, and slowly stood up, "No. I'll go."

Xian Si hurriedly supported her, worried, "Don't worry, Madam, I will take care of it."

Sang Yuwan's eyes gradually turned red, tears gathered silently, trembled slightly at the edge of her eyelids, and finally slid down silently, winding down her cheeks, leaving behind a series of crystal trails.

There was an indescribable sadness in the air, as if even breathing became heavy.