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The room was deathly silent. The sound of the apparatus beeping was terrifying.

"You can't do this!" Lu Qingli, who had lost control of his emotions, snatched the breathing machine from the doctor's hands and was about to put it on Fu Wen Hui. Seeing her like this, Mu Wenshu immediately opened his arms to tie her up and pulled her away from the doctor's side.

"Let go! You murderers! " Lu Qingli cried wantonly, she had never truly comprehended the feeling of tearing her heart and tearing her lungs apart. At this moment, Lu Qingli felt as if she was watching Fu Wenhui's river of life gradually drying up.

However, the doctors and nurses only removed the dense pipes on Fu Wenhui's body skillfully, their speed faster than before Lu Qingli's arrival.

Lu Qingli was still struggling, when she suddenly struggled out of Mu Wenshu's embrace. She was about to pounce over again when Mu Wenshu grabbed onto her and blocked her halfway.

Pow!

A clear slap sound came out from the ward, and Lu Qingli's five fingers impressively landed on Mu Wenshu's face. His face, which had turned paler from lack of sleep and immense pressure, now looked ridiculous when compared to the bright red palm print.

However, Mu Wenshu acted as if nothing had happened and looked at Lu Qingli lovingly. The image that seemed to be frozen in front of her eyes made her suddenly calm down, as if all the strength in her body had been completely sucked out. She weakly took a step back, then slowly turned her head to look at the mechanical hands that were dismantling the mechanism. It was like a lifeless robot arm on the assembly line, going back and forth, doing something that had nothing to do with the mood.

Mom... In Lu Qingli's heart, a huge building named after his mother collapsed with a loud bang. Dust filled the air, blocking out all the light. No one could hear the little girl who was hiding inside crying loudly. That helplessness and hopelessness was something that no one knew and that terrifying loneliness instantly swallowed Lu Qingli's thoughts.

And Lu Jinghao who was on the sofa, didn't have the strength to make any sounds, and made any movements. Lu Qingli, who had lost control, didn't know how much determination he had made to voluntarily tell the doctor to give up the treatment. He was just a mayor, not the judge of other people's lives. But now, he wanted to help this woman who had lived in his heart for over 30 years, and that was the last thing on her mind.

Wen Hui, don't worry. Five minutes before Lu Qingli and Mu Wenshu returned, Lu Jinghao was alone in the sickroom, looking at her ex-lover's aged face and the scars that time had left on her face. Lu Jinghao, whose eyes had not moistened for a long time, was also wrung by this kind of eternal separation between the Yin and Yang.

The times they had missed, the memories they had loved each other, had surged through their minds and nearly knocked him out on the edge of Fu Wenhui's bed. Luckily, he had managed to grab hold of the machine by the bed in time to prevent himself from falling down.

The passage of time was as sharp as a blade. The deep marks left by the blade caused one to grow old. Fu Wenhui's laughter slowly faded in Lu Jinghao's memory. The story of her youth slowly faded from his heart. He had seen so many storms and waves that he had long since mastered the high skill of closing down one's emotions.

When Lu Qinghuan stepped into the ward once again, all the doctors and nurses had already left. The only thing left on the heartbeat detector was a line.

"Mom!" Qinghuan threw herself onto her knees beside the bed.

"Mom …" Lu Qingli also slumped down onto the ground.

Under Lu Jinghao's insistence, Fu Wenhui organized a funeral that was barely known to all. Everyone wore solemn and respectful black clothing as they participated in the competition. The sky was filled with pain and a heavy drizzle of drizzle fell down, covering Lu Qingli's hair and eyebrows and eyelashes like frost. She did not lift her hand to wipe it, as her entire face was covered in a mixed liquid.

A few days after the funeral, Lu Qingli was still unable to return to his normal life. She couldn't stop worrying and moved her office over to Fu Wenhui's home. At this time, Lu Qingli and Lu Qinghuan were still living in Fu Wenhui's house. The two sisters reluctantly tidied up the last drop of their mother's life, often crying silently.

Jian Yang and Mu Wenshu had privately discussed that if this place was to make them sad, it would be better to keep them at a distance. However, the outcome of the discussion still allowed them to face this fact. If they tried to escape, the wound would still be there, even after many years had passed. When they turned back, they would still feel the pain as they thought of the gap they had never crossed before, because the wound had not healed and was still riddled with scars from the rain and wind.

Looking at the photo of Fu Wenhui again and again, Lu Qingli missed it. The grief that came from all over the world had always swallowed all of her thoughts. However, reality proved that what Mu Wenshu and Jian Yang did was right. They finally accepted the fact that their mother had already passed away, and then learned to walk out of their sorrow, and slowly return to their own lives.

However, Lu Qingli still wanted to stay in Fu Wenhui's villa. She wanted to continue breathing life in here.

Lu Qingli said to Mu Wenshu, "Maybe mother will come back occasionally. I hope that when she comes back, she can see me and BOB living a good life here."

Her thoughts were not unreasonable. Listening to Lu Qingli's words, Mu Wenshu even felt a sense of warmth.

"I respect you. If you like it, then move here."

So, Mu Wenshu accompanied Lu Qingli to sell the previous apartment and move everything into Fu Wenhui's house. Lu Qinghuan was not in a hurry to return to Su Zhou and, on the other hand, was not in a hurry to leave his job behind. Qinghuan disagreed with him leaving his job behind since they were about to be born with a new life, and did not have the time to prepare a bright and fulfilling future for their child. Jian Yang was a little tired, hence he frequently ran on both sides.

Seeing that Jian Yang had arrived late at night, Lu Qingli suddenly hugged Mu Wenshu, who was sitting in front of the table and reading the ingredients, from her back.

"What's wrong?" Mu Wenshu leaned his head against Lu Qingli's forehead.

"I'm fine."

What Lu Qingli did not say was that after experiencing the death of her mother, she suddenly cherished the person in front of her even more. Life is so fragile, just like a fleeting flower, looking at the gorgeous beauty when the flower blooms, but do not know when, the flower suddenly thanked, only a quick glance in the world, leaving behind endless regret for those who have seen it.

Even if Lu Qingli didn't say anything, Mu Wenshu understood her thoughts. As Lu Qingli treasured the BOBO even more than before, it was as if her love for Wen Hui was transferred into the BOBO.

"How has your body been recently? Do you often get dizzy? " Leaning on Mu Wenshu's shoulder, Lu Qingli asked him softly.

But Mu Wenshu shook her head gently, "It's alright once you've rested up. "Don't worry."

Originally, she wanted to ask Mu Wenshu if she still had contact with her after the marriage annulment between Xi Muyao and Lin Luo, but after thinking about it, Lu Qingli swallowed her words. If she loved her, then she should know that he had truly and sincerely confessed to his before. Then, she should choose to believe that Mu Wenshu had never deceived or betrayed him, and should not treat him with a heart that was filled with grass and wood.

Accompanying Lu Qingli and Lu Qinghuan, she spent a few days to tidy up Fu Wenhui's things. Xiu Er felt that this house no longer needed him, so she asked Lu Qingli to resign.

"It's alright, you can stay. We can't handle such a big house, we still need your help." Lu Qingli looked at Xiu Er. In her opinion, Xiu Er was also someone related to Fu Wenhui, and she couldn't bear to let her go. She couldn't let this family have even the slightest of damage to her, even though the most important part was already missing.

"This …"

"Mom would want you to stay." Lu Qingli smiled as she discussed with Xiu Er.

"Thank you, Miss." Xiu Er sensibly expressed her thanks to Lu Qingli.

"It's fine. Just follow the rules then. There are some things that I have to ask you if I don't know about them."

Xiu Er nodded her head, then busied herself with her own matters. The moment she turned around, Lu Qingli suddenly thought of what Xiu Er had said that day: Fu Wenhui fainted after receiving a bunch of phone calls of unknown origin. Then, who exactly was it that called her that day?

Lu Qingli, who had originally put down her work and idled for a while, suddenly seemed to have found a goal to live for. She returned upstairs and saw that Mu Wenshu was working seriously, so she did not disturb him. She went downstairs to tell Qinghuan that she was going out on a trip, then took her thick jacket and left.

Lu Qingli came to the telecommunication station, and with her own connections, found the contact record of the day Fu Wenhui fainted and was hospitalized.

A seat number that she was unfamiliar with became the target of Lu Qingli. Lu Qingli thought about it again and again. Since she wanted to investigate thoroughly, she couldn't be stuck at this point. Thus, she found some acquaintances in the telecommunication department and got to know the information that was recorded on the machine.

"Lattice Wood office?"

Lu Qingli almost couldn't hide her surprise, but in front of the others, she very quickly used her mature smile to pass that trace of abnormality.

Returning to the villa, Lu Qingli's heart seemed to be heavy. Qinghuan who was playing with the BOBO saw her sullen expression and thought that she was missing her mother again. Hence, she reached out to shake her knees, "Sis, stop dreaming.

Lu Qingli shook her head. Just as she was about to speak, Mu Wenshu coincidentally walked down from the stairs.

"I was checking things out at the telegraph office and found out that Mom had a call the day she had a heart attack." Hearing Lu Qingli's words, Lu Qinghuan suddenly tensed up. She shouted Xiu Er's name, asking him to come over.

"Xiu Er, did your mother faint after taking the call that day?"

Xiu Er thought back seriously for a moment, then nodded her head, "Yes, my wife picked up the call, and her face looked bad. After just two steps, she had suddenly fainted."