Qin Sijue also slightly turned his head, the corner of his lips lightly curling into a shallow arc, "It's time to meet the in-laws."
His seemingly flippant tone belied the loneliness and pain deep in his eyes, which Gu Qiangwei sharply captured.
Turning her head, she looked again at the tombstones of Qin Chengyan and An Zhiya, feeling a heavy weight in her heart.
Regardless of the icy ground, she knelt down.
Qin Sijue knelt beside her, his narrow eyes staring fixedly at his parents' tombstone.
Meanwhile, Qin Feimo and Feng Jinglei also walked over, holding joss paper in their hands.
"It's okay for you to stand."
Feng Jinglei was about to kneel, but Qin Feimo stopped her.
She was in her sixth month of pregnancy, about to give birth.
Qin Feimo lit incense for everyone, three sticks each, for the parents of Qin Sijue, his own parents, and the ancestors of the Qin Family.
Throughout the process, Gu Qiangwei was very serious, not daring to show even a slight bit of disrespect.
