Last time, Xiang Tianqi was still there, but now, Vernon is not here, Alai is gone, and she is the only one left

"You've been standing for a long time. Go and have a seat." Su Mohan was worried.

Ye Fei showed a slight smile and didn't want to worry him. She got up and sat down.

"The last time I thought Alai was dead in prison, I missed a good opportunity and I couldn't help but regret. But this time, I can only watch her die, and I can't do anything about it. "

Ye Fei lowered her eyes and flashed the scene of the explosion in front of her eyes. She said in a soft voice, "Su Mo Han, this taste is not good."

Su Mo Han pursed his lips and did not speak, but gently stroked her hair and held her head. She did not know how to comfort her.

A burst of order, suddenly sounded a slightly disorderly footsteps.

Ye Fei looks up. Yin Shaolong is obviously a bit late.

A light glance, ye Fei did not say much.

In less than a week, the beauty of the evil man will be thin some disfigurement, the blood in his eyes is clear, like a wound in the heart.

In the past few days, ye Fei didn't see him. After listening to Su Mohan, he went back to the island to hold Shen Ningxin's funeral.

Now think about it. It's hard for anyone to attend two funerals in succession.

But the most powerless thing in the world is that people are dead and their feelings are not extinguished.

In a hurry, the sound of footsteps gradually stopped. Yin Shaolong was staring at Xiang Tianlai's photo from a distance. He did not come forward, lost his soul, and his eyes had no focus.

"Yin Shao?" Ye Ting's eyes on one side are dark and deep, reminding in a soft voice.

Yin Shaolong's eyelashes trembled. Holding the round table at his hand, he stood firm, regained his mind, walked quietly to the spirit hall, and stopped in front of Xiang Tianlai's picture to freeze again.

People who wanted to come to see him around him avoided driving one after another. For a time, beside the broad hall, there was only a lonely figure standing, especially lonely.

Even if it was prepared, even if it was always thought that she was not dead.

But until this moment came, until the photo in front of him turned black and white, he still felt a little confused, empty nagging in his heart, unbearable.

She was still smiling at him, but she would never stay with him.

She must still be blaming him for being a jerk.

But now think about it, she seems that she seldom gets angry and scolds herself. Is it because he made too many mistakes, so she doesn't even deserve the opportunity to correct.

Yin Shaolong didn't know how long he was in a daze. Then he picked up three sticks of incense and lit it. Without bowing down, he just inserted it into the censer and said slowly, "you must still be there, right..."

The dust fell gently on his lingering hand.

His eyelashes blinked slightly to cover up the moist of the fundus of his eyes.

Alai, will you come back.

After a long time, he opened his eyes slowly, and his eyes fell on the tribute in front of the Lingtai. His sad and calm eyes turned into a hurricane and whirled out a huge whirlpool.

"She doesn't like bananas or oranges. Who asked you to put them up! Who allowed you to be here -- "

Ye Fei, who had already got up and stood by, did not react. She saw that Yin Shaolong had already taken down two plates of fruit on the platform, knocked them over and threw them on the ground.

Ye Fei couldn't help frowning, but she saw Yin Shaolong say again: "she likes to eat strawberries and cherries, yes, strawberries and cherries. I can't mistake them!"