Zhou Zhengchu held the person in his arms tightly, tears streaming down his face without him even noticing.
He hugged her tighter and tighter, as if that would keep her there.
His eyes were red and swollen, and tears streamed down his face.
Even when she cried, there was no sound. Her throat felt blocked, and even the air in her chest seemed to be squeezed out, making it hard to breathe. It was as if she was drowning in the sea, her mouth and nose swallowed by the surrounding water, unable to breathe.
His voice choked with sobs, and he could no longer form complete sentences: "Mom..."
Don't abandon him so quickly.
Don't leave his side so soon.
He really can't live without her.
Zhou Zhengchu felt that he was born without the ability to love. At any time, his heart was usually calm. There were no particularly happy things, nor were there any particularly sad things.
Only when he is with his mother, and when it comes to things related to her, can he feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness like a living person.
Zhou Zhengchu's body stiffened as he tightly embraced the person in his arms who would no longer give him any response. His fingertips carefully touched his mother's eyebrows and eyes, not daring to touch too hard or too lightly.
He didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear of disturbing her.
But I didn't dare to speak too softly, for fear she wouldn't hear me clearly.
He whispered in her ear, but couldn't wake her.
Zhou Zhengchu felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and wave after wave of piercing pain slowly engulfed him.
This is the epitome of heart-wrenching cruelty.
Tears welled up in Zhou Zhengchu's eyelashes, blurring his vision so much that he could barely see the person in his arms.
He blinked hard, as if that would allow him to see a little more clearly.
If it weren't for the serene expression on the face of the person in his arms, he thought he would have gone mad.
For the mother, this seemed like a relief.
Maybe.
There really is a next life.
She will no longer have to endure so many unfair things, nor will she have to be obsessed with someone she loves but cannot have. Her life will also have another brilliant possibility.
It's like another parallel universe.
She has a husband who respects her and loves her from the bottom of his heart.
She has many fans who like her, harmonious colleagues, and family members who support her.
Sunlight streamed in through the glass windows of the greenhouse.
Large patches of sunlight fell on the two of them, but the warm light seemed unable to warm the body in his arms that was gradually growing cold.
The butler saw the young master lying stiffly in the flower room, his face as pale as paper, his expression unreadable, his head bowed, silently holding the person in his arms.
The butler dared not approach and disturb them, and could only watch from a distance.
It's a wonderful spring, with mostly sunny weather and very few days of continuous rain.
Perhaps the young master is just keeping his wife company in the sun a little longer.
When Zhou Ji got home, he didn't see his wife upstairs. The strawberry cake was neatly placed on the dining table. After coming downstairs, he asked, "Where's my wife?"
The butler said, "The young master is with the madam in the flower room."
Finally, the butler added, "Madam seems to have fallen asleep."
Zhou Ji hummed in response. Even though he was used to it, he still felt uneasy and had a bad feeling.
Zhou Ji pushed open the glass door of the greenhouse. Zhou Zhengchu was still holding his mother in the same position as before. He raised his face and looked at his father. His eyes were red and the tear stains on his face had not yet dried.
His dark eyes stared blankly at his father.
After a while, Zhou Zhengchu said in a hoarse voice, "Father."
As Zhou Ji gazed at the person sleeping soundly in his arms, his heart sank.
Zhou Zhengchu twitched the corners of his mouth, looking very calm, and spoke in a calm tone, sounding no different from usual: "Mother passed away peacefully."
That moment.
The world seemed to have quieted down.
Zhou Ji's eyes were blurry and indistinct. His body seemed to be frozen in place, and his face looked even paler in the sunlight.
The blood in my body seemed to freeze at that moment.
He stared intently at the woman in his son's arms, at her face, which still looked fair and rosy.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like she's just asleep.
Zhou Ji seemed not to hear what his son said. He looked at his wife with tender eyes and said, "I've already bought the strawberry cake you wanted."
"The cake is very sweet, and the strawberry flavor is very strong. It's delicious."
"How about you get up, eat something, and then go back to sleep?"
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