As a result, Jiang Zhiyan couldn't even get out of bed the next day.
Cursing Zhou Zhijing,
He looks gentle and polite, but he is actually a beast!
…………
Zhou Zhijing and Jiang Zhiyan's wedding was held at the turn of spring and summer.
May 20, 2021
She wore a wedding dress designed by Zhou Zhijing.
Holding Song Qingjin's arm, standing outside the church door,
"Nervous?"
This sentence was asked by Song Qingjin.
Jiang Zhiyan joked,
"Why do I feel like you're more nervous than me?"
Song Qingjin came to the wedding as the elder brother, and it was he who proposed it.
The Jiang family is gone, he can't let Jiang Zhiyan lose her family.
So all the Song family members came today.
“It’s really tense.
I have imagined this day countless times.
I just can’t imagine…”
Fate is unfortunate...
He had not yet finished his words when the church door opened.
The wedding march sounded,
Jiang Zhiyan turned around,
Zhou Anqing, the flower girl, was holding up her skirt.
She took Song Qingjin's arm and walked halfway along the white roses.
Song Qingjin taught Jiang Zhiyan's hand to Zhou Zhijing,
He stepped down from the stage and stood not far away.
Watching them take the oath together,
I lowered my head and kissed the ring on my left ring finger, which was engraved with Xiaobao's name.
There is also an inscription on the back.
My Eternal Love
On stage,
"Groom, you may kiss your bride."
Zhou Zhijing didn't kiss her immediately.
Instead, he asked, "Is it okay?"
He had respect for Jiang Zhiyan etched into his bones...
White camellias are scattered all over the sky,
Jiang Zhiyan took the initiative to kiss Zhou Zhijing on the lips.
The man took the initiative and bent his waist very low...
Just because he didn't want his little girl to stand on tiptoe...
In 2034, one autumn afternoon,
Jiang Zhiyan received a box of chocolates.
And a letter with only one sentence, which read,
"I can finally go find Xiaobao."
The joy of the writer is revealed between the lines.
The next day, Jiang Zhiyan received an invitation to Song Qingjin's funeral.
The twin boys and girls have grown up and are completely different from when they were little.
Because of what Jiang Linsu did in the early years, they have always felt guilty towards Jiang Zhiyan.
On the day of the funeral, Song Nanxing saw Jiang Zhiyan burst into tears.
"Auntie, I don't have a father anymore..."
Song Mujin stood beside her sister, unable to stop crying.
Jiang Zhiyan hugged the sad Song Nanxing into her arms.
"Don't be afraid, you still have me."
He pulled Song Mujin over as well.
"You're just a little brat. Cry if you want to. Why are you pretending to be a boss?"
Jiang Zhiyan's words completely broke Song Mujin's defense.
He is only eighteen years old. Although he is an adult, he will always be a child in Jiang Zhiyan's eyes.
In the winter of 2065,
Jiang Zhiyan fell before Zhou Zhijing.
In the ward,
Even though he knew he didn't have much time left, he still teased Zhou Zhijing.
"All these years of taking health supplements... have really paid off.
If I had known earlier... I would have eaten some too.
Definitely... left later than you..."
But it's too late to say anything now. Jiang Zhiyan looked at Zhou Zhijing.
Over the years, apart from the wrinkles on his face, he hasn't changed much.
Unlike her, she has age spots.
But the old man was sweet-mouthed and praised it for being beautiful.
She won’t know whether it looks good or not...
Jiang Zhiyan raised her hand with difficulty, and Zhou Anqing quickly grabbed it with tears streaming down her face.
Jiang Zhiyan smiled with relief.
A tall man of 1.9 meters,
Her efforts in feeding him were not in vain, but he was about to die.
The one I was most worried about was Zhou Anqing.
"Baby... Mommy... My biggest regret is... not being able to see you... find your loved one...
Mom...I'm so scared...After she left,
You are alone... so lonely,
Mom...can't bear to..."
"mom……"
Zhou Anqing held Jiang Zhiyan's hand and knelt on the ground, pressing his forehead against hers and crying uncontrollably.
"Baby...be happy..."
“Hmmmm…”
Zhou Anqing nodded repeatedly.
At Zhou Zhijing's signal, he went outside.
"Baby"
Zhou Zhijing bent down and raised his hand to stroke Jiang Zhiyan's eyebrows.
With a faint smile, gentle as water,
"You also want..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhou Zhijing.
"How can I be happy without you?"
At this moment, Jiang Zhiyan could no longer open her eyes.
Zhou Zhijing gently kissed her forehead, and two tears fell uncontrollably.
"Baby, go to sleep, I will stay with you."
Drop-drop-drop-drop…
The harsh sound of machinery sounded,
Zhou Anqing, who was outside the door, gasped for breath.
The dagger fell to the ground, blood gushed out,
"This time... did you love me a little bit..."
After he finished speaking, Zhou Zhijing also lost his breath.
"Mother--"
"dad---"
Zhou Anqing knelt on the ground.
He knew that without his mother, how could his father possibly live alone...
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