No matter what Tong Jia's relationship with himself is, Kang Yi, as a boyfriend in the eyes of outsiders, must fulfill his responsibilities.

This is his duty and his obligation.

got up and cleaned up, changed into clean and decent clothes, Kang Yi looked at the mirror with a missing corner, and the handsome face in the mirror was still the same handsome, but there was a trace of melancholy and sadness in his eyes.

It's just that this dilapidated mirror, like Lin Yiyi herself, looks strong, shattered with one blow, and is made of glass.

Glancing around the shabby and pitiful room again, he sighed, closed the door, took a breath of distress, and actively faced the most serious questions.

Tong Jia's death was an accidental car accident, and the mourning hall was simply set up in the funeral home, everything was ready-made, as long as people were present, and what was handed over to the workers of the funeral home.

When he walked into the funeral home, the solemn place exuded a coldness, and the combination of black and white made the entire mourning hall even more cold and majestic.

In the middle of the mourning hall was Tong Jia's body, a white cloth covered the upper body, and her charming face was still lying quietly like a sleeping beauty except that it was so white that there was no trace of anger.

Maybe the makeup artist thinks that such a stunning and beautiful face, but it will be a little regrettable that she is miserable, and she put on lipstick for Tong Jia without authorization, and the bright red lip color, accompanied by the pale and dull face, looks particularly awkward at a glance.

"Boss, are you still satisfied?" The makeup artist of the funeral home was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a mask, and he could only see a pair of dark red eyes flashing with a dim light, looking at Kang Yi indifferently and asked.

"The lipstick is so bright, let's change the color, the rest is okay. Kang Yi said and opened the white cloth and looked at Tong Jia's clothes today.

The woman who is lying here now is the woman who has accompanied her for three years, the woman who concealed all her tragic experiences, and the woman who was treated as a joke, innocent all her life, and the first stain was given by her.

"Do you think this works?" the makeup artist changed to a lighter red, pink, a feeling of first love.

Looking at this pink little mouth, with a pale face, no matter how light the lipstick color is, it looks very weird.

It is impossible for a dead person to want the blood and vitality of a living person, he glanced at the sleeping woman again and sighed, because Kang Yi didn't care.

"Alright, almost. Kang Yi commanded coldly, waved his hand, and signaled that the makeup artist could go.

"What is almost there?" a disgruntled voice came from behind him.

You don't have to look back to know who is coming, except for Feng Jie, you can't find a second person who protects and cares about it.

may be lucky for Tong Jia in this life, she has a man who silently pays attention to and loves her.

In everyone's life, it is enough to love someone, and if you are tired if you are tired, there will be contrast and disgust.

Hearing this dissatisfied reproach, Kang Yi's brows tightened inexplicably, and a wrenching pain made him breathless.

Until now, Feng Jie still wants to deal with him and fight with her, this feeling is very unpleasant, just like the old clothes you took off, you have already said that you are going to lose them, but my brother suddenly picked them up and loved them as a baby.

And Kang Yi lost not clothes, but a person, a woman who never loved.

Although I have never loved, I am always coveted by my brothers, which is really uncomfortable and unpleasant.

"I said lipstick. Kang Yi reluctantly explained that in front of Tong Jia's body, he didn't want to quarrel with him.

"Come and take a look?" Feng Jie said and stepped forward, carefully looked at the woman lying on the bed, indescribable, the inexplicable sense of loss spread, making the whole person instantly like a deflated ball, very sad.

"There's nothing wrong with the master, you go down first. Kang Yi explained to the makeup artist and did not take care of his brother.

"Lao Kang, do you still need help?" Feng Jie asked softly with helplessness in his tone.

When a person dies, what else can't be figured out and can't be seen?

In the past two days, Feng Jie has also been reflecting, and he is also thinking about the relationship between Kang Yi and Tong Jia, perhaps thinking about the strange behavior of Tong Jia, a mysterious woman, he used to think that Tong Jia was gentle, knowledgeable, virtuous and intelligent, but since he saw that tattoo, the tattoo that represents evil, Feng Jie began to reflect on Tong Jia, a woman.

Was her approach to Kang Yi a coincidence or a conspiracy?

There are very few women in the capital who can get close to Kang Yi, and even Kang Yi's weakness is rarely known.

Why would she know?

and won with one move, holding Kang Yi firmly, and finally for her, he gave up the luxurious life in the capital, went incognito, and became a little policeman.

Is this woman really as innocent and lovely as she seems?

As a doctor, Feng Jie has seen and heard of many special events, and it is not surprising that Tong Jia approached Kang Yi for money, but he didn't dare to believe it and didn't want to admit it.

Looking at Feng Jie with a bitter face, Kang Yi walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said coldly, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, how can anything happen, besides, you're all right, what can I do. Feng Jieyun said lightly.

"It's okay, someone will be coming soon, let's help greet you. Kang Yi pinched his brother's shoulder with confidence, smiled helplessly and bitterly, and quickly calmed down and faced everything calmly.

Colleagues who walked into Kang Yi one after another, and soon after mourning, they were about to be cremated, watching the workers of the crematorium push Tong Jia's body into the incinerator slowly, the raging fire was burning, and a wave of heat hit the face, baking the cold heart.

When he was about to enter the furnace, Kang Yi suddenly stepped forward and shouted, "Wait, wait." ”

Everyone present looked at Kang Yi sadly, thinking that he was reluctant and wanted to step forward to persuade a few words, but Kang Yi's expression was indifferent, and his eyes always glanced out of the door, as if he was waiting for someone, looking anxiously.

"What are you doing? It's time. Feng Jie stepped forward and pulled Kang Yi's arm, unpredictable and reluctant to whisper.

"Wait. Kang Yi turned his head and looked out of the door frequently, but there was still no movement, just sighed softly, frowned, and felt very disappointed.

It seemed that Liu Ju understood Kang Yi's heart, walked out of the crowd, lowered his head and whispered a few words, and then returned to the crowd with a dull expression, unable to see any waves, and a feeling of calmness.

"Burn it. Kang Yi said these two words as if relieved.

These two words completely end a person's life, a lifetime.

From now on, there is no Tong Jia in the world, in the next year or two, Tong Jia will completely fade out of people's sight, completely forget the existence of this little person, no longer remember, even after tea and dinner, I can't remember this person, and the emotion is deeper, and there may be a trace of memory in the shadow of Kang Yi.

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