Lu Xunzhi said gently, "I applied for confidential handling with the police last night, and also asked the nursing home to keep it confidential, so now the media definitely doesn't know about the old lady's death. Shall we handle it in a while?"
As soon as Qiao Yi heard this, her tears couldn't stop flooding.
Yunxi quickly said, "Okay!"
He embraced Qiao Yi, genuinely not wanting to see her shed tears anymore.
If he could, he wished to cry for her, be sad for her, feel sorrow for her!
So let's hold the funeral sooner; the sooner it's done, the sooner we can think about other matters and not remain trapped in such sadness.
Yunxi held Qiao Yi, continuously wiping her tears, kissing her small face, patting her back.
Liang Xiaoqi pulled Lu Xunzhi aside to have breakfast and brought two bowls of porridge for Yunxi and Qiao Yi.
Yunxi fed Qiao Yi spoonful by spoonful.
Qiao Yi refused to eat.
Yunxi gently coaxed and cajoled until he managed to feed her the entire bowl of porridge.
