At this point, Song Qingrong continued, "I tend to be direct."
"Excuse me."
Gu Nianci smiled awkwardly and said, "It's alright."
"So, what's the matter?" Song Qingrong looked at Gu Nianci expressionlessly.
Gu Nianci took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself down, and after a moment she continued with a smile, "It's like this, I just saw you paying respects at that grave."
"It seems that the owner of that grave must be related to you."
"So I wanted to discuss something with you."
"What's up?"
"Move the grave!"
Upon hearing those two words, Song Qingrong subconsciously looked at my tombstone, and my heart immediately became flustered. I knew very well why I felt this way.
Because I expect Song Qingrong to agree.
But I'm also afraid she'll agree.
I simply stopped looking at them and walked to the side, trying my best not to listen to their conversation.
After waiting for a while, Gu Nianci returned to Xu Yan's side, and soon Xu Yan began to call people to dig up my and Yan Yin's graves.
Watching this scene, I felt a deep emptiness inside.
Even without my memories, Song Qingrong ultimately made the choice she had to make.
only……
I looked at Yan Yin's grave.
Will she, like me, be abandoned by this world?
Just because she was known by Song Qingrong and the others because of me, does that mean she's been forgotten along with me after I made my choice?
"This world is ultimately unfair."
"Yan Yin, I'm sorry..."
I closed my eyes as I spoke; I didn't want to see this scene, so I could only choose to escape.
However, at that moment, I suddenly felt something was wrong. I subconsciously opened my eyes and looked at Song Qingrong. I didn't know when, but Song Qingrong had already walked to my grave. She was struggling to hold my urn.
Meanwhile, Song's mother was holding Yan Yin's urn.
This scene left me completely stunned.
It even made me feel incredulous.
How could this be...?
"If you don't know them, why did you agree?" Gu Nianci asked Song Qingrong, looking at her with incomprehension.
Song Qingrong thought for a moment and said, "I don't know either."
"But when I heard you say that the Xu family was going to demolish this place, I got a little upset."
You can interpret this as me disliking what you're doing, or even disliking you in some way.
"We... don't seem to know each other very well, do we?" Gu Nianci frowned.
Song Qingrong nodded and said, "They're probably not familiar with each other."
"But I think it's understandable that I subconsciously dislike people like you who aren't even willing to let the dead rest in peace."
"Mom, let's go."
Song Qingrong didn't look at Gu Nianci again, and she and her mother got into the car with my and Yan Yin's ashes in their arms.
I followed instinctively, but it took me a long time to come to my senses.
It wasn't until I returned to Song Qingrong's home and watched them place my and Yan Yin's ashes on the altar that I finally came to my senses.
But it was at this moment that I saw something that shouldn't have been there.
Song Qingrong and her mother also saw it.
That's my memorial tablet.
The words above are clearly visible.
[The position of her deceased husband, Xu Ruo]
"Mom, why don't I remember anything?"
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