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"The baby's ashes, where is it buried?" She suddenly opened her mouth, but the answer was an irrelevant one, causing Shen Canghao's hand to freeze in midair.

"What are you talking about, Yan Yan." He forced a smile and it was only after a long time that his eyes no longer looked evasive.

"Tell me, baby, where to bury it." She grabbed his hand and gave a sad smile, "Don't hide it from me, I know it all. As a mother, how could she not feel that the person in front of her was her baby? What's more, what he had … "It doesn't look like me at all, nor does it look like Asai at all …"

"The child is so young, how can I tell …" He stuttered, but even he himself felt that there was no point in continuing to speak like this.

That little child, only turned into a handful of ashes, lying in that luxurious ashes box, never buried.

Shen led her to the temporary location where the urns were kept. On the shelves were rows of shelves, filled with people.

Look, no matter how great you are, or how small, or how rich you are, or how poor, or how beautiful, or ugly, or kind, or evil, when you are dead, you will only take up a part of the palm, and everyone will be the same, different, maybe the patterns carved on the casket, different, maybe the feelings of everyone who came to see you.

Her happy face was as tranquil as water. She stood there quietly with a small daisy in her hand. It was white and thin.

There was no name on the child's ashes rack. He had come in a hurry and didn't even have a name.

"I hope he'll be happy in heaven." She softly murmured the joy in her heart as she placed the small orange flower on top of his box. As if she could hear the giggles of a baby, she blankly raised her head. That soft white cloud was like that of a soft child.

"Even if he's not here anymore, he's still my child, my second child. He still has a name, so we should remember his name. If we forget about him, he'll cry in the sky …" She smiled and said, "Baby, your sister is called Tian Qing, you can call me Tian Le. Mommy hopes for you, hopes that you … "No matter where you are, you can always be happy."

Her thin figure was on the verge of collapse. Shen Canghao stepped forward in pain and embraced her, "Yan Yan, don't cry. It will all go away."

"Yes, everything will go by, no matter what kind of day it is, everything will go by, but I will never have a child like him again, regardless of whether I have children or not in the future, it will be impossible for me to be him. He is unique and cannot be replaced, but he is also the one that can never be seen again in this world."

He had promised not to cry, but the pain from being cut through the skin was simply unbearable. It was a piece of flesh from her body, a child that had lived in her stomach for eight months. It was her life …

She was sad for her child, she was sad for Assi, but he only meant her. Good or bad, good or bad, good or bad, good or bad. Can we still go back?

I am not afraid that you will no longer love me, nor am I afraid that you will not have me in your heart. The only thing I am worried about is that the road between us will be cut off by time, by Fleeting Time, by all uncontrollable suddenness, and we will no longer be able to walk together.

If so, what should I do?

If that was the case, then he would really have no life left to live.

His parents did not ask too much about her past five years. It was obvious that Vivian had told them beforehand, so they just let it be as it was, and did not poke at their daughter's sore spot again. The old man's wish was naturally to be of some use to his children when he was old, and to have grandchildren would be even more blissful.

Wei An returned at dinner time in high spirits. The moment he entered the room, he told everyone that he wanted to tell them some good news. It turned out that the new mayor's chief secretary had been given a public relations job by his company.

"That secretary lady, although she doesn't look that old, she's really capable. Her wine table is even more drinkable than a man's. My Public Relations manager only helped her down in the end. She's definitely a heroine."

When she heard this, she couldn't help but be interested. "I've never heard you praise a girl, could it be …"

"Stop, sister!" Wei An glanced at her, but his handsome brows remained indifferent. "I don't like that kind of woman. She's too sharp, and her shrewdness is deep. I want to find a simple kind one like you."

Huaiyan raised her head to look at him and saw an injury flash across his eyes. She could not help but sigh as she patted his hand. "It's over then. Don't think about it anymore, understand?"

Wei An suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in his palms. After a long while, he felt a moist heat in his palms. He coughed and suppressed the slight tremble in his voice, "Sis, An Ran died. He committed suicide three days ago."

Huaiyan's vision blurred for a moment, as if she had returned to the day when she was reunited with her mother. The first time she saw her was at the Ji Clan's residence. Her eyes were filled with hatred, but her smile overflowed.

"Sis, there's one more thing, I've found out." In just a moment, Vivian had regained her composure. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, as if he wasn't the one who had lost control.

"What is it?" She stopped thinking and turned around to look at Wei An. An unspeakable uneasiness suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Six years ago, An Keke committed suicide. This was the reason why An Ran wanted to take revenge on you. She hated you and Shen Canghao just because she thought that you stole Shen Canghao and betrayed her sister. However, that's not the case."

Wei An flicked away his cigarette ash and said, "An Keke committed suicide because she was found and violated by that man called William."