Chapter 969 North Tilt Should Really Want to See You Again

Yun Ci asked, "Is Shen Zhiyu okay?"

Xia Beiqing's death must have been a fatal blow to him.

He Jiayi was silent for a while, and replied: "I don't know how to describe it, you will know when you see it later."

The car stopped at the door of the apartment.

Yun Ci got off the car and looked up.

The door of the apartment was not closed, and the simple funeral was held in the apartment. The living room was dead silent, with large white flowers hanging on it, and Xia Beiqing's photo of his death was placed on the top. In the photo, he was still smiling, with crooked eyes Smile like sunshine.

Shen Zhiyu fell down and sat on the ground, facing the posthumous photo, holding a porcelain jar in his arms, which should be Xia Beiqing's ashes.

Yun Ci walked in, saw Shen Zhiyu's appearance, and realized what He Jiayi meant by not knowing how to describe it.

Shen Zhiyu seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and he could vaguely see strands of silver in his black hair, but on his face, he could see no pain or sadness, and he couldn't even reveal a trace of emotion, and his face was so calm that it made people panic.

He didn't look at Xia Beiqing's posthumous photo, nor at the urn in his arms. His eyes behind the glasses were loose and empty, 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, his gloomy eyes could see nothing but darkness.

"You're here..." Shen Zhiyu's voice was very hoarse, light and weightless, as if he had no weight: "Beiqing...I should really want to see you again."

Looking at the urn in Shen Zhiyu's arms, Yun Ci felt as if her heart had been punched hard, she couldn't breathe, she had already made preparations before coming here, and at this moment, everything fell apart.

Obviously the last time I saw him, he was still sitting in a wheelchair, he was still smiling, and he was still holding a pen to write stroke by stroke on the paper.

When we met again, he turned into a pile of fly ash, which was packed in this dark and narrow jar without seeing the light of day.

Yun Ci slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand towards Shen Zhiyu. Shen Zhiyu understood her meaning and slightly let go of the urn in his arms.

Yun Ci hugged the urn and tightened his arms. The urn was cold, no matter how tightly he hugged it, it seemed that he couldn't keep it warm.

It seemed like a long, long time since she heard a boy calling her sister-in-law eagerly.

Jun Duonuan once said that they are a happy trio.

The trio eventually broke up.

Aunt Liu was crying all the time, taking the responsibility on herself.

"Miss Yunci, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone out. If I take Mr. Xia seriously, Mr. Xia won't..."

Yun Ci shook his head lightly, but couldn't speak, not even a word.

It was dawn, and Yunci walked into Xia Beiqing's room. Nothing in it had been touched. There were papers and pens on the bedside table, and slippers were placed beside the bed, as if Xia Beiqing was still there, as if the next second, he Will also push a wheelchair into the room.

just like…

Nothing seemed like it anymore.

"When is the burial?" Yun Ci asked He Jiayi.

He Jiayi replied: "Not sure yet."

Yun Ci was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to take Bei Qing back."

He Jiayi nodded: "Zhi Yu has the same thoughts as you and wants to take him home, but I don't think it's suitable to go back now. I won't bury him for the time being. I'll take the ashes back after a while."

"Master Jun has fallen." Yun Ci suddenly said this for no reason.

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