Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

"Mom, ask the mage to help Xing Yuan Chao cross over!" Ye Liangqiu said softly while holding his arm.

Before, she didn't believe it, but she would rather believe it now, believing that this would make Xingyuan live a little better in another world.

Mrs. Qin was taken aback and sighed: "Okay. I'll arrange this."

She felt a little bit empathetic, just like Lin Xingyuan, she once loved someone deeply.

It’s just that Liang Qiu is still thinking about Lin Xingyuan, and the person she loves is...

Madam Qin shook her head and smiled lightly, a little helpless and sad.

The ritual was carried out on the seventh day after Lin Xingyuan left. That day, Ye Liangqiu wore a black suit and prayed in person all morning...

Qin Anlan looked at her, although distressed, but she could only let her go.

If she is not allowed to do it, she will never feel at ease in her life.

At night, Qin Anlan woke up, touched her hand, no one was around.

He sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked at the empty room, she was not there.

He put on a piece of clothing at random and went out, walked to the living room and saw her sitting on the sofa in front of the French windows.

She was sitting in a dark room, alone, looking at the night scene outside.

"Liang Qiu." His voice sounded softly, and he stretched out his hand to turn on a small night light.

The soft light, as if afraid to startle her, surrounded her with a yellowish warmth.

He looked at the diary on her knees, his breathing was stagnant, and then he felt pain, "Long Qiu, are you still reading?"

She lowered her eyes and did not speak for a long time.

Qin Anlan sat over, stretched out her long arms, and hugged her in his arms.

Her face was pressed against his neck, he could feel a cold, it was she who was crying again.

"Liang Qiu." He called her name with a heartache, in a low voice: "Will you go to bed?"

She pressed her face to the side of his neck, and after a while, she said softly, "An Lan, I feel a little sorry for him."

Although Lin Xingyuan didn't say anything, she could feel that he died because of her.

She wanted to find out the truth, but Qin Anlan couldn't find out...

Did you let him leave like this?

She was unwilling, really unwilling.

"I know you are uncomfortable, but I think Lin Xingyuan wants you to be happy and happy." He patted her back and comforted gently.

She closed her eyes, holding his waist and slowly tightening.

Qin Anlan hugged her horizontally, took her back to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and reached out to touch her head: "If you are not in the mood right now, our wedding will be moved three months later."

She raised her eyes in surprise, there was still moisture in her eyes, and the whole person looked indescribably soft.

She was a little touched, because Qin Anlan was not a man who easily gave in and compromised, but he took into account her mood and was willing to move the wedding later, and these were not only his decisions, but he could also convince his mother.

After all, her mood is for Lin Xingyuan.

She did not refuse, as he said, she is not in the mood now, even if it is married, it is hastily.

Qin Anlan squeezed her face, tried to remove the diary from her hand, and put it on the bedside table carefully.

There was also a bit of sorrow in his heart. His wife is now holding other men's diaries all the time, treating him as a baby. He feels neglected, but as a man, he can understand her.

She lay down with her eyes wide open, and he coaxed her to sleep as if she were a baby.