After all, Song Qingrong did not live a happy life after my death because of me, and she made the decision to marry me at my grave after my death.
The fact that not a single guest came to offer congratulations at that time speaks volumes.
Fortunately, it won't happen in this life.
"Mom, let me do it. You can rest for a while."
Song Qingrong walked to her mother's side and whispered.
Mother Song nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Qingrong."
"It's okay, Mom. There were just a lot of people here, and I didn't recognize any of them," Song Qingrong said, pursing her lips. "But I don't think I embarrassed that dad..."
Wiping away her tears, Song's mother said, "Leave the rest to me. If you want to cry, just cry."
"I won't cry." Song Qingrong shook her head slightly. "I just want to stay with Dad a little longer."
"Sigh." Mother Song sighed, and at that moment she noticed me.
Who is this?
“My friend,” Song Qingrong said before I could speak.
Seeing this, I nodded and said, "Hello, Auntie."
Song's mother forced a smile: "I won't be entertaining you today."
"It's alright, Auntie." I shook my head and said, "I just came to keep Qingrong company."
My condolences.
"I'm relieved to have you with me, Qingrong. I'll go take care of other things now." Song's mother nodded slightly. "If you need anything, just tell Qingrong."
"I know," I nodded and said, "You can go ahead and get back to work."
"Qingrong and I are here with Uncle."
"Good child." Song's mother wiped her eyes, said nothing more, and walked out of the mourning hall.
Even in times like these, she still has to support her family.
I can hardly believe how she and Song Qingrong got through those difficult years in her previous life.
What would have become of their family if it weren't for me when Song Qingrong fell ill that year?
Thinking about this, I became even more anxious.
Besides Song Qingrong, I also need to consider the affairs of Yan Yin's father, her uncle, and Lin Qingxue's mother. I have a lot to shoulder and change.
Many people also need the future me.
"Xu Ruo, I want to chat with Dad for a while."
After Song's mother left, Song Qingrong looked at me.
I replied, "Okay, I'll wait for you over there."
"If you're sad, just cry it out."
"Your mother is down here, and so am I."
"Thank you." Song Qingrong nodded to me, then walked to the coffin. Looking at the middle-aged man lying quietly inside, she finally couldn't help but sob softly.
No matter how much she can endure, she is still just an eighteen-year-old girl.
To encounter something like this at this age is undoubtedly cruel.
I just quietly stayed by Song Qingrong's side.
This was also the first time I had ever seen her so vulnerable.
In her previous life, she was always so stubborn. Even when she was in pain, she would secretly wipe away her tears and face it with composure.
At this moment, I really want to hug her.
Then tell her that from now on, I will always be by her side.
I will always protect her.
But I'm not qualified yet.
I could only watch from the side until late at night, when she reluctantly left the coffin, or perhaps it was because I was there.
As she wiped away her tears, she looked at me and said, "Thank you, Xu Ruo."
“We’re friends,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t need to be so polite with me.”
She forced a smile. "It's getting late. Aren't you going home?"
"It's time to go back." I checked the time and nodded.
"I'll take you."
"No need," I refused. "There are still many things to do here, don't worry about me."
“We’re friends.” Song Qingrong thought for a moment, then looked at me and said, “Can I come to see you in the future?”
"Looking for me?" I was taken aback. "Of course, I can come to you too."
"I don't have many friends."
"Me too."
"So let me see you off."
"good."
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