The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yunci asked, "Is Shen Zhiyu's situation okay?"

The death of Xia Beiqing was a fatal blow to him.

He Jiayi was silent for a while and replied, "I don't know how to describe it. You'll know it later when you see it."

The car stopped in front of the apartment.

Yun Ci got out of the car and looked up.

The door of the apartment was not closed. The simple funeral was held in the apartment. The living room was dead silent, with large white flowers hung, and Xia Beiqin's photo was placed on the top. On the photo, he was still smiling, eyebrows crooked, Smile like the sun is shining brightly.

Shen Zhiyu sat down on the ground, facing the photo, holding a porcelain jar in his arms, which should be the ashes of Xia Beiqin.

Yunci walked in and saw the appearance of Shen Zhiyu, only to understand what He Jiayi didn't know what to describe.

Shen Zhiyu seemed to be much older overnight, and silver threads could be vaguely seen in his black hair, but on his face, he could see any pain and sorrow, and even no emotions could be revealed, his face was calm and disturbing.

He didn't look at the photo of Xia Beiqin, or the ashes in his arms, his eyes behind the lens were loose and hollow, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

It wasn't until he heard Yun Ci's footsteps that he seemed to turn around, turned his head stiffly, and looked at Yun Ci, seeing nothing but darkness in his sad eyes.

"You're here..." Shen Zhiyu's voice was hoarse, light and light, as if weightless: "Northern... I should really want to see you again."

Yun Ci looked at the ashes in Shen Zhiyu's arms, her heart was beaten fiercely, she couldn't breathe, she had been prepared before she came here, and at this moment, it all fell apart.

Obviously the last time I saw him, he was still in a wheelchair, he would still smile, and he would hold a pen and write strokes on the paper.

When they met again, he turned into a pile of fly ash, packed in this gloomy and narrow jar, without seeing the sun.

Yun Ci slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand towards Shen Zhiyu. Shen Zhiyu understood what she meant, and slightly loosened the ashes in his arms.

Yunci hugged the ashes pot and tightened his arms. The pot was cold, even if he held it tightly, it seemed that he couldn't cover the heat.

It seemed that for a long time, she hadn't heard a teenager eagerly calling her sister-in-law.

Jun Duonuan once said that they are a happy trio.

The trio finally broke up.

Aunt Liu kept crying, taking responsibility on her own body.

"Miss Yunci, it's all my fault. I shouldn't go out. If I think Mr. Xia is good, Mr. Xia won't..."

Yun Ci shook his head slightly, but couldn't say a word or a word.

When the sky was light, Yunci walked into Xia Beiqing’s room. Nothing inside had been moved. There were papers and pens on the bedside table, and slippers were placed by the bed, as if Xia Beiqing was still there, as if the next second, he Will push the wheelchair into the room.

just like…

There is no more like.

"When is the burial?" Yun Ci asked He Jiayi.

He Jiayi replied: "It hasn't been determined yet."

Yunci was silent for a moment, and said, "I want to take Beiqin back."

He Jiayi nodded: "Jiyu has the same idea as you, and I want to take him home, but I don't think it is suitable to go back now. I won't be buried for the time being. After a while, I will take back...the ashes."

"Master Jun has fallen down." Yun Ci suddenly said such a sentence for no apparent reason.