Suddenly, a large hand tightly grasped her small hand.
She looked up and gazed at Lu Jihan beside her.
Immediately, she was embraced by Lu Jihan, who gently patted her back and said, "Don't take it to heart. Let them say what they want; just ignore it."
"Mm."
She nodded, hugging the man's strong waist in return.
After her mother passed away, she felt she had no place in the Song Family, and the relatives there were like strangers to her, with no emotional connection.
What they said indeed didn't concern her.
She only did what she believed was right.
After the funeral ended, Song Yinyin walked out of the funeral hall to be met with an extremely cold chill; even in a thick down jacket, she couldn't help but shiver.
Lu Jihan reached out a large hand, held her, and pulled her inwards.
Song Yinyin sniffed, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you for today."
