At this point, the old man choked up and couldn't say another word. He turned his head away and quietly wiped away a few tears.
Mu Nanxun's steps were as heavy as lead, and he could not move an inch.
He used a lot of effort to keep himself from falling to the ground.
Is what the old man said true?
He turned his head and scanned the people in the room.
Neither Ouyang nor Mu Wenya spoke; they lowered their heads, remaining noncommittal.
Xiao Fang looked at him and spoke each word clearly.
"Yes, boss, the young mistress—she's gone."
This affirmative answer was like a sharp blade piercing his chest.
After the excruciating pain, I lost consciousness.
It turns out that what he thought was a nightmare was not a dream, but a real event.
His Yi Yi, just like that, left...
"I want to see her."
Even if she is dead, her body will still remain.
The old man sighed and said helplessly to Xiao Fang,
"Take the young master to the cemetery."
"Yes, sir."
The cemetery is a place where members of the Mu family are buried.
Only members of the Mu family, or daughters-in-law recognized by the Mu family, are qualified to be buried here.
Mu Nanxun doesn't remember how he got to the cemetery.
Perhaps he walked there by himself, or perhaps he was helped there by Xiao Fang.
In the cemetery, Yi Yi's grave is right next to an artificial forest. In a way, this is her homecoming.
Mu Nanxun sat down in front of her grave, his eyes unfocused. He seemed to be thinking about something, or perhaps he wasn't thinking about anything at all.
His usually straight and upright figure now appeared incredibly lonely and desolate.
On the tombstone, the girl's clear and bright smile is etched in the photo, as if she were still alive.
He reached out to touch the girl's cheek, but all he touched was a cold tombstone.
A series of memories flashed through his mind: her smiling face with her eyes crinkling; her playfully clinging to his arm when she was happy; her pouting and ignoring him when she was angry; her bright eyes and white teeth, her charming smile; and her misty eyes, glaring at him...
Every frown and smile is deeply etched in my memory.
Who put these flowers there?
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Nanxun finally spoke slowly.
In front of the tombstone, there were many chrysanthemums, some yellow and some white.
"Boss, the Su couple from Yancheng brought these flowers. It's said that when they learned that the young mistress had died in the fire, the couple was so saddened that they almost fainted at home. A few days ago, they made a special trip from Yancheng to visit the young mistress, say a few words to her, and bring these flowers."
"Let's remove it and replace it with orchids. Yi Yi doesn't like chrysanthemums; her favorite is orchids..."
Mu Nanxun's pale lips slowly opened and closed.
His dark eyes gazed at the smiling girl in the photo, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.
No one knew that there was unspeakable pain in those eyes that were trying so hard to suppress.
Following Mu Nanxun's instructions, Xiao Fang replaced all the flowers in front of Yi Yi's tombstone with various colored orchids.
Red, yellow, blue, pink...
Phalaenopsis orchids of various colors bloom in profusion, dazzling and bright, even giving the cold tombstones a touch of luster.
"Yi Yi, will you blame me for not finding you sooner? You must have suffered a lot in that place~"
“It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t gone to Haishi and hadn’t left you, perhaps our child wouldn’t have gotten sick, wouldn’t have needed to go to the hospital, wouldn’t have been in a car accident, and wouldn’t have been arrested… Now, you wouldn’t be lying in this cold cemetery.”
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