Ruan mianmianmian holds Wenxiao's left hand, with the distance away, a little bit of release.

She always had a smile on her face, but tears had wet her whole face.

The door of the stove was closed, and there was a crackling sound inside.

For a moment, in addition to the repressive atmosphere, only a low choking voice remained.

After saying goodbye to Wen Xiao, Ruan mianmianmian left alone.

She took a little bit of Wenxiao's ashes, carefully packed them with a blessing bag, took off the diamond ring on her ring finger, put it in together, tied the belt and hung it on her chest.

Before leaving, Chi Wan asked, "Mianmian, what are your plans for the future?"

It seems that she is afraid that she will not be able to think about it.

Ruan Mianmian replied, "don't worry, young lady. I'm not a lamb who can't bear the blow. Even for him, I will live well."

Hearing about Xiao's death, she really despaired, but she would not look for life and death, on the contrary, she would live better, so that he would go at ease.

Ruan mianmianmian gave her a smile and turned away.

Her white skirt flutters, in the bleak winter scenery, incomparably beautiful.

When they came back to Jinxiu Garden, they just entered the living room and said, "ah Qing, you're not in a good mood. Take a rest first and listen to the recording an hour later."

Don't give Wen Qing the chance to refuse, he has turned to go upstairs.

Late late followed, see him go to the study, it is estimated that a person quiet.

She said with concern, "you have hardly closed your eyes these days. Take care of your body before you do anything."

Wen Mo, without looking back, stood quietly in front of the French window and looked out of the window.

Late night no longer disturb him, lightly back out, did not make a sound.

However, at the moment when the door was closed, the man in front of the window was like a collapsed building, and all his strength was taken away in an instant.

He leaned back and fell on the chair powerlessly. The pain he endured for a long time turned into tears and flowed down quietly.

For a long time, there was an almost imperceptible sob in his throat.

That kind of even in tears, are trying to suppress the pain, too heavy.

What kind of pain is that

Endure to the extreme, faint with collapse, beyond all the pain that human fragile heart can bear.

For Wenmo, this is a shocking explosion, and it is also a vulnerability that the king does not want to be seen.

He can't show sadness in front of people, otherwise it will only make people more sad.

Standing at the door to hear the voice of late late, covered his mouth, tears surging out, quickly ran back to the room.

As soon as the door was closed, she fell on the bed and let it out.

Wen Qing, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs and saw this scene, went down the stairs silently. He was paralyzed in the sofa.

Although the three of them are not related by blood, their 20-year life of sharing weal and woe and advancing and retreating together has long given them a better fetter than their brothers.

The sudden death of Wen Xiao is a devastating blow to Wen Qing and Wen mo.

"Wen Qing..."

Seeing that he was holding his head in the corner of the sofa, Zheng Meijia sat down beside him and moved her lower lip, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

Wen Qing didn't move, as if she didn't hear her voice.

She was worried to death. She rubbed her two swollen walnut eyes and asked in a low voice, "can you tell me something about you and Wenxiao?"