She supported Yang Yufang, wiping her tears while they walked back.
The dog, now well-behaved, followed them silently.
After a long walk, Ji Anning couldn't help but look back, casting a deep glance at the three graves, enveloped by an appropriately somber mood.
...
The dinner was personally prepared by Yang Yufang, with Ji Anning and Zhang's wife assisting her.
The table was filled mostly with green vegetables.
Just as the last soup was served, Yang Yufang, while taking off her apron, told Ji Anning, who was arranging the chopsticks, "Anning, go call Jingfeng to eat."
"I…" Ji Anning hesitated, pursing her lips before finally nodding, "Alright then."
She put down the chopsticks and turned to leave the dining room.
This house was rather old, renovated over a decade ago, with somewhat aged but good quality furniture, kept meticulously intact.
The TV in the living room was on, displaying a film that had been released not long ago, playing from a DVD as there was no TV signal.
