The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

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He Jiayi was taken aback for a moment.

Yunci said: "I wanted to keep it secret, but Mr. Jun knew about it. The moment he heard the news, he suddenly collapsed. He is still lying in the hospital and has not regained consciousness."

He Jiayi didn't know what to say for a while.

Because of Shen Zhiyu, he knew more or less about the Jun family.

Mr. Jun lost his father and mother in his early years. He was young and supported the entire Jun family with one hand, and raised his sister with the other. The sister was married to an inhumane and passed away in illness. He lost his sister in the middle age. He will devote all his love to his sister to this one With his little nephew, his son died in a car accident, and his little nephew, after all, left before him.

One painful incident cut his heart with a knife, leaving an indelible scar.

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After all, Xia Beiqing did not bury him, so he decided to find a suitable opportunity to take his ashes back to Ye Kingdom and take him back to Jun's house.

Yunci waited until the next afternoon before leaving for Shuo Country. Before leaving, she hugged Xia Beiqing for the last time, stroked the jar with her hand, and said, "Northern, we will see you again soon. "

He Jiayi drove Yunci to the plane.

After returning, he saw Shen Zhiyu sitting on the floor of the living room, still holding Xia Beiqing's ashes.

He Jiayi walked over, squatted down beside Shen Zhiyu, and said, "Get up and eat some food, I will ask Aunt Liu to prepare it for you."

Shen Zhiyu shook his head stiffly.

He Jiayi was anxious: "You have been sitting here for three days and three nights. If you continue like this, you will not be able to hold it."

Shen Zhiyu didn't speak.

He Jiayi sighed and persuaded, "But you can't hold him for the rest of your life, shall we find a place to put him?"

Shen Zhiyu finally turned his head and looked at He Jiayi with a lifeless gaze. After looking for a while, he trembling lips opened his mouth: "What if he is afraid of the dark and cold?"

He Jiayi was completely speechless.

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."