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

Sang Yuwan's eyes tightened, and then she turned sideways.

After a while, Ming Zhan, dressed in black, appeared at the door of the mourning hall.

His steps seemed unusually slow, as if each step was dragged by an invisible force of gravity. His feet seemed to reluctantly leave the ground, then land heavily, making a low, rhythmic sound that was particularly clear in this quiet environment.

"Second brother..." Mingyi exclaimed in surprise.

The man opposite him was stunned.

When Sang Yuwan saw Ming Zhan, her heart clenched violently. It was as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, squeezing it hard. Her eyes dimmed instantly, and her lips trembled slightly, but she tried hard not to let a sound leak out.

An unspeakable sadness hung over the Ming family.

The gloomy weather, like a thick gray velvet, silently enveloped the entire sky. The sun hid its light, leaving only a hazy and dim halo.

The eternal lamp under the coffin burns silently.

Ming Zhan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Ming Yu's spirit tablet.

His figure stretched out, moving slowly with each step, as if time had deliberately slowed down at that moment. His shoulders slumped slightly, revealing an indescribable fatigue and grief.

"Second brother..." Mingyi walked quickly to his side and wanted to help him.

Ming Zhan's voice was hoarse, "Ming Yi, no need."

"Second brother..." Mingyi's face was full of worry.

Ming Zhan curled his lips at him and said, "It's okay."

Seeing this, Ming Yi could only stand beside him and watch him light the incense.

Sang Yuwan called over to Xiansi and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Is the doctor coming?"

Xian Si nodded. "A doctor and a nurse. They've all changed their uniforms. In addition, a modified ambulance has been arranged. As long as Second Young Master Ming can hold on, others won't be able to tell anything."

Sang Yuwan was worried, her shoulders drooping slightly, as if she was carrying a heavy burden.

The air in the mourning hall grew increasingly heavy, making it hard for her to breathe. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the exertion, revealing her inner uneasiness and tension.

Ming Zhan risked his life to return from the hospital.

One reason was to fulfill filial piety, and the other was to protect her from criticism.

Sang Yuwan's eye sockets felt warm, and a row of tiny pearls condensed on her long, curled eyelashes.

She looked at Ming Zhan quietly.

Overnight, he transformed from a dashing young man into a calm and handsome man.

Ming Zhan lit the incense, bent down, and bowed three times.

Every movement would pull the wound on his left shoulder.

Although the doctor gave him an injection of painkillers, he still felt a piercing pain.

The pain spread from the wound to his limbs and bones, causing his body to tremble slightly.

He bit the corner of his lip and inserted the burning incense into the incense burner. Then, he knelt down with a plop.

"Second brother..." Mingyi's voice was trembling.

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding, and every beat was accompanied by a barely perceptible tremor.

Ming Zhan knelt in front of Ming Yu's spirit, his eyes red.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Dad, don't worry, the Ming family has me."

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the bitterness and sadness that welled up from the bottom of his heart.

The world around him seemed to have stopped at this moment, leaving only the huge waves of emotions surging in his heart, hitting his heart again and again.

Ming turned sideways and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Dad, I'm relieved that you have my eldest brother to take care of you. You can also rest assured that I will take care of the Ming family..."

Every time he opened his mouth, the wound tore slightly.

At that moment, it felt as if millions of fine needles pierced the skin at the same time, and then an indescribable pain surged like a tide, instantly overwhelmed all the senses.

The pain was sharp and deep, not just a slight tingling on the surface of the skin, but it went straight to the bone marrow, making people gasp involuntarily.

Ming Zhan's face became paler and paler.

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan slowly walked over and knelt down.

"Wan'er..."

Ming Zhan subconsciously reached out to pull her.

The muscles around the wound tightened and tore, bringing new and more intense waves of pain.

Sang Yuwan kowtowed three times, then turned her head and looked at Ming Zhan.

"Second brother, Uncle Ming is very relieved to have you in the Ming family..."

Ming Zhan pursed his dry lips. Sweat quickly gathered on his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and mixed with tears, blurring his vision, but it did not relieve the pain at all.

Sang Yuwan slowly stood up.

"Second brother, you should stand up too. If you keep kneeling down, Uncle Ming and Big Brother will be worried."

Ming Zhan nodded.

The servants and Sang Yuwan helped him up.

"Second brother, leave this to Mingyi, you go back to your room and rest." Sang Yuwan said.

Ming Zhan shook his head, "No. Today, I have to be here."

Sang Yuwan's brows were furrowed, her eyes gleaming with a sharp light. The corners of her mouth drooped slightly, no longer the gentle curve she usually had, but instead revealed an unquestionable determination.

"Which is more important, reputation or life? Brother, if anything really happens to you, I will really be doomed."

She paused, then added, "You've already returned to the Ming family, and no one else can say anything."

Ming Zhan's breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest trembling slightly with the rise and fall of his emotions. His hands clenched into fists, perhaps unconsciously, his finger bones turning white from the strain.

"Wan'er, I'm really fine..."

Sang Yuwan spoke again, her tone stronger and with a trembling yet remarkably clear determination. Every word seemed carefully crafted, resounding and striking directly at the point.

"Brother, do you want me to tear your clothes off?"

The atmosphere around her seemed to freeze because of her anger, and the air was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Ming Zhan's heart tightened and his lips opened slightly. He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself. His throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. The voice he made was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.

His jaw was tense, and the lines of his muscles were more obvious in the tension. "Wan'er..."

Sang Yuwan didn't give him another chance to speak. His eyes darkened and he said in a cold voice, "Xian Si, send Second Young Master Ming back to his room to rest."

"Yes." Xian Si responded, hurried to Ming Zhan and held his arm.

Ming Zhan didn't insist any longer.

"Second Young Master Ming, please slow down..."

Xian Si supported Ming Zhan and slowly walked towards the door.

Mingmei, dressed in plain clothes, happened to walk in, holding a shining dagger in her hand.