"Host, when did Yang Lin die? How come I didn't know?"
No wonder when Yang Lin took her to the park last time, a child pulled his mother aside and asked her something.
"Mom, why is she talking to thin air?"
Also, the food Yang Lin cooked tasted very strange.
It felt like eating wax.
It was ice-cold, without a trace of warmth.
Xu Jing sobbed, "Anchor, why isn't Yang Lin leaving? Could it be because he has unfulfilled wishes?"
"Although I'm very reluctant to let him go, I still hope he can start a new life."
"Leng He, I've been following your live streams for a long time, can you help me...?"
Xu Jing sobbed and couldn't continue speaking. She covered her face, tears streaming down her face through her fingers.
"He started acting strangely while he was in the hospital."
“He died to save me, I can’t tie him up.”
[Unexpectedly, it's a tragic love story]
I'm so sad, I want to cry.
Life is like a train journey; some people will always get off first. When saying goodbye, say goodbye properly.
Su Lenghe's expression was solemn. After a long silence, she slowly spoke.
“If a person’s soul doesn’t leave, it will generate resentment.”
"The resentment is very foul, but ginger flowers can suppress the smell."
With red eyes, Xu Jing murmured, "No wonder he buys ginger flowers to take home every day."
Only the flower shop across the street sells ginger flowers.
She thought Yang Lin wanted to see the florist's wife, but she didn't expect it was to cover up the resentment and stench on his body.
Su Lenghe continued, "Actually, in your living room, there's something covered by a white cloth... that's a portrait of the deceased."
Xu Jing suddenly realized that the portrait of the deceased was placed quite high.
Last time Xu Jing wanted to clean up, Yang Lin saw it and got very angry.
Put the portrait of the deceased in the top drawer.
At the time, Xu Jing thought Yang Lin was afraid that she would get hurt.
Actually, he was afraid that Xu Jing would see his portrait.
Su Lenghe said, "Why don't you put up a stool and take a look?"
Xu Jing didn't want to watch it; she had already accepted the fact that Yang Lin had passed away and didn't want to feel heartbroken again.
"I'm afraid I'll fall."
Things are different now; she no longer has the ability to protect herself when she falls.
Su Lenghe: "You won't fall."
Despite Su Lenghe's insistence, Xu Jing opened the drawer and took out the portrait.
Looking at the portrait covered with a white sheet in her hand, Xu Jing felt as if her heart was being stabbed repeatedly with knives, the dull pain unbearable.
Su Lenghe continued, "Open it."
Although she didn't know why Su Lenghe insisted that she open it, Xu Jing did as she was told.
The moment she lifted the lid, Xu Jing was stunned.
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