The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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"Yuanyuan, give the painting to Dad." Mo Yixuan stretched out a hand, and that hand was shaking.

Yuanyuan didn't understand. He bit his lip and seemed hesitant, but he still gave the painting to his father.

Mo Yixuan took over.

Soon the pictures in the painting were clearly presented to his eyes.

He closed his eyes slyly, as if stimulated by the scene in the painting. When he opened it again, his eyes became red and bloodshot inside.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." He said again and again I'm sorry.

This sorry doesn't make any sense, but what else can he say besides saying sorry.

(Yan Yan, if there is an afterlife, you must be good. You must be happy.)

He said silently to the tombstone.

In this life, she encountered a lot of frustrations and pains because she met him. She lost her life only at the age of 27. He is the disaster star of her life, and her misfortune comes from him. If there is an afterlife, he just hopes that she will be fine, that she can live a hundred years and that her children and grandchildren can be full. There can be a man who loves her better and more than he loves her forever, making her a life of worry-free and happy life.

(I will take good care of and cultivate fate.)

Mo Yixuan said something again, and his face turned paler.

The picture in his hand was pinched tightly by him, he paused for a while, then he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it.

Soon that picture turned into some black ash.

Yuanyuan didn't know why Dad wanted to burn his painting. He walked over and yanked his father's clothes.

Mo Yixuan smiled bitterly and reached out and patted Yuanyuan's head.

"Yuanyuan, mother can only see it if you burn it." He said in a deep voice.

Actually he knew she couldn't see it. A person is dead when he is dead, and nothing when he is dead.

Burning paper money or burning a paper house is just a way for living people to commemorate the dead. Knowing that these were useless, he still did.

He looked up at his dad in puzzlement.

"Can mom really see it?" He asked doubtfully.

Mo Yixuan nodded wryly.

"Mom can see it, and she will become a star in the sky. She will bless Yuanyuan and watch Yuanyuan grow up."

Mo Yixuan didn't know why he said such a thing. But apart from that, he never knew what to say. He knew it was all nonsense, and knew that Yuanyuan couldn't believe it when he grew up.

Yuan Yuan nodded as if he understood.

"Okay, Yuanyuan ..." Mo Yixuan stepped back, then he pulled up Yuanyuan's little hand again. "We're going back, we can't disturb my mother for too long."

Yuan Yuan gave a soft hum. The choking sound sounded particularly distressing.

He raised one of his hands, then shook it gently, and said to the grave, "Mom, I will see you later."

Mo Yixuan closed his eyes in pain, concealing the guilt and pain in his eyes.

(Yan Yan, go all the way, you must be happy in your next life.)

Under the sun, the big and small figures of the father and son were pulled very long and long. They gradually left the graveyard and left the cemetery. Since then, the little fate never asked again. The phrase "when will mom come back?" "Where is mom?"