Chapter 4 Hao Yansen's Funeral

"Young Mistress, please mourn and change." Shang Shi picked up the document and comforted her in a low voice.

"What else did Hao Yansen say before he died?" Mo Yun asked hoarsely, his eyes not fluctuating at all.

"He said...let me help you well, and said I'm sorry for you in this life..."

"Really?" Mo Yun smiled lightly and didn't say a word. However, she soon followed Shang Shi and the others back to City B in Country Z to attend Hao Yansen's funeral.

And this was also the first time Mo Yun saw him after he left for a year.

What he didn't want to see was his body.

Hao Yansen's body was perfectly repaired. Lying in the crystal coffin, he had a handsome face and his eyes were quietly closed, as if he was just asleep.

Mo Yun looked at him quietly, without crying or saying a word. She watched silently for him all week and night, and then on the day of his funeral, she was left alone.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white.

Mo Yun, who was wearing a black dress, stood quietly in front of the tombstone, his pale face lost three points of color than the white daisies beside his ears.

She held a document in her hand, a document she only got this morning.

No one knew what was in the file, including herself, and no one knew the outcome.

But everything seems to no longer need to be determined.

"It's you, right?" Staring at the man's handsome and perfect face on the tombstone, Mo Yun asked hoarsely.

Her voice was hoarse and unreal, as if the wind would blow away.

"Intentionally changed my mind, the purpose is to make me leave you, right?" Mo Yun continued to ask hoarsely, but Hao Yansen in the photo could no longer answer her a word.

And she didn't need his answer.

"I've been hiding it from me, just because I'm afraid I won't accept it, right? But I still guessed it...because I dreamed of you, I dreamed that your chest was full of blood, and it was... empty. Do you think Saying it was just a dream, I also thought it was just a dream. But now, I know it's not." Mo Yun smiled slightly, her expression was so quiet from beginning to end, without the slightest hysteria.

"When I was giving you the vigil, I looked over your chest, and sure enough there were scars left. So how could you put yourself in a cold coffin for a whole year before seeing me? How could you tell me now, How can you be so selfish and do whatever you want?"

Questioning the man on the tombstone, Mo Yun slowly raised the document in his hand, "I'm afraid that you will deny it, so I made a special identification. If it is true, I must have your DNA in my body. But don't look at it, I already know it. As a result, your heart, it has already told me the result..."

Mo Yun's face turned pale and colorless as he pressed his stinging heart.

"It's been hurting every day for the past year, it's making me miss you... so I should have guessed it long ago, I should have guessed it long ago..."

Just why, if you don't see the coffin, you won't cry!

No, she has no tears for a long time. In this life, she may not be able to shed tears again.

"Hao Yansen, why are you bothering? I have a cheap life, and I will die sooner or later. I won't even cry for you. So you lost a lot and gave me your heart. Not only will I live long, but I won't cry for you. You are really at a loss..."

Mo Yun sneered and slowly opened the document in his hand.

Staring at the results above, her smile grew heavier.