He drove to the grave where his parents were buried together, with two cups of clear liquor and several plates of snacks.
Gu Shaocheng stayed there from the afternoon to dusk, and from dusk to deep into the night.
Chenxing had dinner and still didn't see Gu Shaocheng. She felt a bit worried. Should she ask the butler? She had sent him a message, yet he hadn't replied. Where could he have gone?
Having no other choice, she thought he might be busy.
She had to find some books to read alone in the study. Now, their arrangement was like this: they stayed in the sanatorium on odd days of the week and lived at the Gu Family home on the rest, traveling back and forth without feeling worn out.
Her mother's illness was progressing so slowly. Initially, she harbored great hopes, thinking she could awaken her mother quickly. But as days passed without change, she had calmed down, thinking that even if her mother couldn't recover soon, it was okay. She could wait; she had the patience...
