Chapter 933

Xu Jiamu was stunned at first, but then he realized what was happening . . . and instantly wasn't sleepy anymore .

His legs were a little weak, as he stared at Song Xiangsi crying with her trembling body for a long time . Only after a time did he force himself to walk steadily over to her side .

Father Song lay poised with both hands intertwined on his stomach, and he had a serene expression on his face . With his lips shut tight and a faint smile, he looked like he was having a great dream .

Xu Jiamu reached over and gently touched Father Song's hand . It was ice cold to the touch . His fingertips shivered for a moment, then he turned his head over to Song Xiangsi . He felt a cutting pain in his heart, as he watched her cry despairingly . He summoned the strength in himself to press onto her shoulder, and say a few weak words of comfort . "Sisi, don't be too sad . "

Song Xiangsi's tears continued to fall on their own accord, as though she hadn't heard a word .

She knew that death was only natural, and that her dad didn't have many days left, but she never imagined that he would pass away so suddenly . It was difficult for her to accept .

She was hoping to bring him back to Beijing in a few days' time to see Little Red Bean . She wanted to tell him that he had a granddaughter and hoped that once he saw the little girl, he would feel better and live a little longer . A few hours ago, he had just been holding her hand and telling her about the past . He looked like he was in high spirits, and his words didn't seem to be as sluggish as before . So . . . how could he just die?

The more she thought about it, the fiercer she cried .

Xu Jiamu slowly knelt down and pulled her into his arms . Soon after, his shirt was soaked through .

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For the next few days, Song Xiangsi couldn't quite come to terms with her father's passing . She had her head in the clouds, and she barely left an inch from his photo .

So, Xu Jiamu practically made the funeral preparations for Father Song .

On the day of the funeral, all of Father Song's friends were in attendance .

Song Xiangsi seemed to be out of it, so Xu Jiamu took care of everything .

Father Song was buried next to Mother Song's grave . It was raining heavily on the day of the funeral . As the coffin lowered, Song Xiangsi knelt on the ground and let out a heart-wrenching cry . Xu Jiamu stood over her with an umbrella .

The umbrella was mostly over Song Xiangsi's body, so Xu Jiamu himself was absolutely drenched .

At three in the afternoon, all the attendees left one after the other . The house was only left with Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi .

In the past three days, Song Xiangsi had barely eaten and looked visibly thinner . Xu Jiamu cooked some congee in the kitchen, and carried a bowl to the bedroom .

Song Xiangsi lay still in bed with her back turned to him . He placed the bowl down on the table beside her, and carried her right out of bed . Just as he tried to feed her the congee, she suddenly swung her arms and splattered the scalding hot congee away . It fell on Xu Jiamu's hand, causing his fingers to instantly burn red .

Song Xiangsi paused for a moment, and eventually turned her head in silence .

Xu Jiamu was extremely well mannered . He wasn't the least bit annoyed . He merely bent down, tidied up her mess, and walked out the bedroom .

Not long after, he brought over another bowl of congee .