only……
She's going to the coffin shop.
My mind couldn't help but drift back to the days I spent in the coffin shop.
That period was arguably the most relaxed and happiest time of my life in recent years. If Yan Yin were still here, that place would have been a true salvation for me.
It was there that Yan Yin told me I should live towards the sun.
She made me realize that I should love myself.
She also made me realize clearly that there are people who love me, people who accompany me, and people who care about me.
Thinking of this, I sighed softly.
By this time, Song Qingrong had finished washing up and changing her clothes, and then went out.
I followed her, and soon we arrived at the coffin shop.
It had been a while since she last visited, and the coffin shop was still deserted, with much more dust. Since the shop was now unclaimed, Song Qingrong easily walked inside.
The scattered coffins inside frightened Song Qingrong a little, until her gaze fell on a clearly empty space where two coffins had originally been placed, one for her and one for Yan Yin.
After looking at it for a while, Song Qingrong's gaze returned to the offering table, where a portrait of Yan Yin was placed.
"Are you Yan Yin?"
Song Qingrong stared blankly at Yan Yin's portrait for a long time before she looked away. Then she began to clean the coffin shop as she always had.
I could tell she was trying to see if she could recall anything from this.
But it is clear that this is almost impossible.
And just like that, another morning passed.
At noon, Song Qingrong sat at the table where we used to eat together, but this time she didn't eat; she just sat there in a daze.
Just when I thought she might have given up on attending Gu Nianci's wedding, her phone beeped with a text message.
The person who sent the text message was Lin Qingxue.
"The wedding is about to begin."
After thinking for a while, Song Qingrong replied to the text message: "You remembered?."
Lin Qingxue replied to the message very quickly.
"No, but I still want to go and see. I think I should go."
Upon seeing this sentence, I couldn't help but smile wryly.
Lin Qingxue...
It's still the same.
Thinking about it carefully, they all seem to have similar personalities.
Paranoia.
Upon seeing this sentence, Song Qingrong fell into thought once again.
After a long while, she replied, "See you in a bit."
Seeing her reply, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you really going?"
Song Qingrong didn't hear my voice. She got up and walked out of the coffin shop. The moment she closed the door, she looked at Yan Yin's portrait.
After a moment, she said softly, "I still can't remember."
"But I think Lin Qingxue is right."
"I should go and take a look."
"However, I probably won't give my blessings to Gu Nianci."
Just then, Song Qingrong's phone beeped with a text message notification.
It was sent by Lin Qingxue again.
It contained a simple sentence.
"I found something."
"I want to ruin this wedding."
Are you still going?
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