Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Mother Zhou's voice was very weak, but Qin Mu still heard it.

She looked at the old man quietly, with a small wound in her eyes.

She thought that the people who were going to die were so confident that any conditions could be put forward.

It was like when she was going to be with Zhou Chongguang, everyone was scrupulous about her mood and did not dare to stimulate her.

It turns out that people who have no fear are so hateful...and pitiful.

Qin Mu's lips moved, she didn't know what she had said, and then Zhou Mu's eyes closed.

The man did not go, but no longer had the strength to speak, and no strength to open his eyes.

She seemed to be about to fall asleep, only a little time left.

The old man held his last breath, just wanting her not to divorce... Qin Mu took a step back, looked at the peaceful face quietly, and whispered, "Zhou Chongguang, is this also what you meant?"

The man beside her took her hand in a very low voice: "Sorry Mu Mu, please let her go without regret."

Qin Mu's expression was dumb, and then he turned his face to look at him, "When people are gone, there is nothing to feel. Everything is felt by the living people."

He looked into her eyes, his expression was a bit painful, he... all knew it.

Qin Mu didn't say anything, she just sat on the small sofa aside, silently, as companions.

On Zhou Chongguang's darkest night, Qin Mu accompanied him.

And he always sat by his mother's bed, his eyes quietly falling on Zhou's face.

At that time, Zhou Chongguang's mind was full of childhood memories...

By daybreak, Zhou's mother was so angry that she couldn't hang the drip in. The doctor came over and silently removed the drip holder, and whispered: "Mrs. Zhou has about half an hour left."

At that time, Zhou Chongguang raised his eyes, and Qin Mu saw his face as gray as death.

People die like a lamp. At this time, she can't make trouble with him. All the contradictions are hidden in Zhou Chongguang's grief.

The funeral was solemn and solemn. Gu Mei did not come, and Qin Mu attended the funeral as Zhou Chongguang's wife.

In the early winter morning, in front of Zhou's mother's tomb, the sun shines on the white tombstone, and there is morning dew on the white flowers in front of the tombstone.

Zhou Chongguang had been standing, Qin Mu stood by his side, and relatives and friends had already dispersed.

Zhao Ziyi came over, patted him on the shoulder, and looked at Qin Mu again, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Zhao Ziyi also left. Only Zhou Chongguang and Qin Mu were present.

He was still standing, his voice was very soft: "Will you leave me?"

Qin Mu shook his head: "I don't know, Zhou Chongguang...I can understand, but please understand me too."

He smiled bitterly, turned his head, and his handsome face was haggard. In the past month, he has not had a good night's sleep.

He whispered: "Has our relationship reached the point of mutual respect?"

Qin Mu closed his eyes slightly: "Perhaps this would be better."

After Gu Mei's child was born, it was really difficult for her to put her arms around him and act like a baby like in the past, giving herself completely to him.

She couldn't do this, and she promised Zhou Mu just not to let an old man die with hatred.

If it is said that she owes it to Zhou's family, then she will also pay it back.

Zhou Chongguang also seemed to be very tired. He touched his forehead, turned his body, and stood for a while before he said, "Let's go!"