The elevator descended layer by layer, like a heart falling into the abyss, and I don't know when it will stop falling.

The numbers of B2 flashed on the electronic screen, and the elevator doors opened, revealing the chilling smell of soda.

In the morgue, no one spoke, only low sobs, lingering in the vast space. Like a lonely soul, it can't be dispersed.

In this life, how many lives and deaths do people have to go through before they can make a soft heart indestructible.

Probably never.

The man lying on the bed not far away was her father and the closest person she had in the world.

But now, he's gone.

She hadn't even heard him call her name one last time, she hadn't even felt the warmth and strength of his broad palm on her shoulder, she hadn't even hugged him again......

And so he went.

The son wants to raise, but the parent does not wait.

The happiness that has just been obtained, before it is warmed in the palm of the hand, has been lost, which is the most tragic thing in the world.

Ye Zhen's cold body that had already lost his breath was lying quietly, Aunt Xiang was giving him wide clothes and cleaning his face, and Ye Kuan was changing Ye Rong, like two little beasts that had lost their protection, hugging each other tightly and crying.

They surrounded him, sobbing softly, their faces full of grief and pain. Ye Rong has always been arrogant and beautiful on her face, but at this time, she can't see any other emotions except for being in pain, and Ye Kuan, this little man, a big boy who always says that men bleed and don't shed tears, also cried red eyes at this moment.

"Dad......" Ye Xiangwan grabbed the placket on his chest tightly and rushed to Ye Xin's hospital bed.

This man is her father, although she knows that because of her mother's affairs, his feelings for her are not very deep. Maybe over the years, he has also had a love-hate relationship with her. But in any case, this is her closest relative in this world, and the only one.

He had just opened up to her, and she thought that after many years, she could finally call him Daddy like her other two siblings.

But all this ...... Before it even started, it was all over.

Mom is gone, he is gone, she is only alone in this world, she really doesn't dare to think about the future road, how she is going to go.

She complained about him, why did she treat herself so ruthlessly, she also hated him, why didn't she give her the same love as Ye Rong and Ye Kuan, but it wasn't until he died that she understood that the family relationship between them was constant no matter what. For so many years, she worked so hard just to let him treat her a little better, a little better. But now, Ye Zhen is dead, all the efforts she has made have been in vain, and Ye Xiangwan's heart is like being dug out by someone.

It can no longer be completed.

"Don't cry, wipe your father's face and hands. He's been waiting for you for a long time...... Let him go on the road cleanly......" Aunt Xiang whimpered and handed over a wet wipe.

Ye Xiangwan took it tremblingly, but he couldn't wipe it off.

Because of his long-term illness, Ye Zhen's face was extremely ugly, there was a thick layer of death in the blue and gray, and he was skinny like a skeleton. The bony fingers spread loosely, and purple-red corpse spots floated from under the skin.

Staring at his hand, for a long time, Ye Xiangwan slowly moved.

The warm towel covered Ye Zhen's palm, and the tears also fell, Ye Xiangwan moved gently, as if he was afraid of hurting Ye Zhen, and wiped it carefully.

More than twenty years ago, he welcomed her into this world, and more than twenty years later, she was going to send him off for the last time.

It is said that the relationship between children and their parents is that they have this life and no afterlife.

No matter what she tried, it was irreparable.

She lost the last loved one of her life forever.

Her flesh and blood relatives.

Suddenly, Ye Xiangwan stopped moving, she raised her head suddenly, and asked Aunt Xiang Xiang sharply, "How did my father pass away?!!

Maybe her voice was too poignant, or maybe it was because Aunt Xiang remembered something. Hearing Ye Xiangwan's questioning, her body trembled involuntarily.

"Ah Wan, what are you talking nonsense, why are you asking that? Of course your father died of a heart attack!" Aunt Xiang replied cowardly, but her body was quietly approaching in the direction of Ye Kuan and Ye Rong.

"No! Dad didn't die of illness! He was killed by someone!" Ye Xiangwan grabbed Aunt Xiang's arm and didn't let her leave her left and right.

Her hand was too strong, and it hurt Qi Xiangyun to grasp it, so she called out at that time, "Ah Wan, let go of Auntie, what's wrong with you kid? Let go, you hurt me!"

"Let go of my mother, do you hear me! Are you crazy? How did my father die of illness and death? Do you suspect that my mother did something?" The mother and daughter were heart-to-heart, and seeing that Aunt Xiang was wronged, Ye Rong immediately rushed over and pushed Ye Xiangwan away with a strong palm.

Ye Xiangwan's back slammed into the bedpost, the cold and hard touch made her gasp, and she couldn't speak in pain for a while, she could only stare at Aunt Xiang fiercely, Aunt Xiang's eyes were red and swollen from crying, but there was a wandering look in her eyes, as if she was very weak.

"I didn't say what your mom did, but Dad's death wasn't caused by a heart attack at all. Ye Xiangwan endured the pain, walked to Ye Xin's side, and carefully held his hand with both hands, "When a heart attack occurs, the muscles of the patient's whole body will be tense due to spasms, and the nerves in the hands will twitch, the fingers should be clenched tightly, and Dad ......"

Although Ye Zhen's hands were cold, they were still soft and loose, his ten fingers were spread out flat, and his palms were clean and unharmed, and he couldn't see any scars that had been caused by nerve spasms.