The following afternoon, because it was Xin Zikai's cremation time, Xu Ziyu's business trip did not attract much attention. Only Luo Xikui and the driver saw him off.
After the young couple bid each other a reluctant farewell, Luo Xikui watched him enter the customs area until he was completely out of sight before turning away and slowly walking out of the airport.
When she arrived at the crematorium, Xin Zikai had already been cremated, and his ashes had been placed in the urn.
Everyone wore a somber expression as they slowly walked out of the funeral home.
For the next few days, everyone remained in a low mood.
On Monday, Luo Xikui asked Hengxi to accompany her to the detention center.
The two registered as visitors and sat in the small room waiting for Xin Chun.
The police brought Xin Chun over; her hands and feet were shackled, and she was wearing a rather thin prison uniform. She looked much thinner.
After sitting down, she didn't say anything. She glanced at Xiang Hengxi and then stared intently at Luo Xikui.
"Brother, you should go out first." Luo Xikui knew what Xin Chun meant in her eyes.
Xiang Hengxi looked at them with concern, then at the two prison guards equipped with batons, before getting up and leaving.
"If you want to see me, just say what you want to say." Luo Xikui looked at Xin Chun now and felt no fear, but rather sadness. They had grown up together since childhood and she absolutely did not want to see her become like this.
Xin Chun raised her eyes and looked directly at her face, her voice a little hoarse: "Do you know, I've been jealous of you since I was little. Whatever you want, you just reach out and ask for it, and they will do everything they can to satisfy you. You are so happy, you have so much, while I can only watch. I have to be more obedient and more sensible in order to be liked a little bit, but in the end, it's just a little bit, insignificant compared to the love you have."
Luo Xikui listened quietly, unable to deny what she said; she had indeed always lived a very happy life.
“Life is your own, why compare yourself to others? You’ll never finish comparing.” Luo Xikui sighed softly and said slowly, “Even if you surpass me, there are still people who are doing better than me. Is there any point in this endless comparison? Cherish what you have, love who you can love, isn’t that better?”
Xin Chun smiled, but it wasn't exactly a sarcastic smile; it was more like a blank expression.
Luo Xikui pursed her lips, feeling sorry for her. However, even the pitiful could have their hateful aspects, so she lowered her voice and said, "Uncle Xin's ashes were taken back to the United States yesterday. His medical report from the hospital also came back, showing no major health problems. The doctor said he was overworked and needed liver care. He suspected he was sick but felt he was getting old, which is why he had the checkup. We also contacted Manager Wang, who sold the insurance. He said Uncle Xin was worried that if something happened to you, you would have no one to take care of you, so he bought this insurance. Lawyer Zhang Qiang said that Uncle Xin recently made a will, with you as the beneficiary of all his assets. He wasn't sick; all of this was just for you, a precaution. He gave you all the fatherly love he could."
After saying this long speech, Luo Xikui's eyes reddened, and she looked at Xin Chun again.
Xin Chun's face was blank, like a lifeless doll, and two large tears rolled down from her empty eyes.
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