The child's nickname is Sunny, which is the name that Windsor and Si Nancheng took together.

When Sunny was still in Windsor's womb, they couldn't wait for her arrival. Windsor hopes that their daughter is a cheerful little princess.

She said to Si Nancheng: "Our sunny will definitely be like a warm sunshine in the future, dispelling all the gloom and being by your side." ”

At that time, Si Nancheng always corrected seriously: "It's by our side." ”

However, Windsor is a prophecy.

Grace handed Si Nancheng a letter that Windsor gave her before entering the operating room.

When Grace took out the letter, Si Nancheng knew that since she decided to give birth to this child, she had never thought that she would come out of the operating room alive.

Windsor's handwriting is very beautiful, I remember that when he first met her, her handwriting was not very good, this beautiful hand, he held her hand and taught her to write, she said-

Nam Sung, did you see Sunny? I think you should have seen it, she must be beautiful, just like you......

You know that I am most afraid of saying goodbye in my life, but I still want to write to you this last letter of farewell.

Lately, I've been recalling those young days, replaying them over and over again in my mind like a slideshow. When I think of that time, I always look forward to growing old with you and never being separated. I also want you to swear and promise to love me only in this life and this life.

Then...... I never thought that one day, I would also say to the man I love dearly - forget me, Nam Sung.

In your difficult days ahead, there will be Sunny by your side, she is our daughter who can brighten up all the gloom in your heart. Forget me, and you can welcome a new life.

Nancheng, I love you. But I don't want to stay with you anymore, I don't want to keep my memories, I don't want to keep my ashes. Let Nuan Nuan bring my ashes back to Shucheng! bury me next to my mother and be her companion. That way, you don't have to worry about me being alone.

I knew there would be this day, so as I write this letter, I don't feel sad at all when I think of every day, every hour, every minute I have experienced with you. I'm only afraid that you will cry for me.

Nancheng, in this life, I have no regrets when I meet you and fall in love with you. Promise me that every day in the future, you will live well. Please.

***

Such a short letter was not even signed.

Sinan is a marionette whose soul has been drained, sitting stiffly, just like that.

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by heavy dark clouds, revealing only a little fluffy whiteness. The letter in his hand, pinched out, folded into a shape that can never be smoothed......

Everyone held their breath, even the baby in the swaddling clothes, who was so well-behaved that they didn't make the slightest sound. Crying coldly and silently, he didn't even dare to make a sound of sobbing, for fear of disturbing the silent Si Nancheng.

I don't know how long it took like this......

Si Nancheng suddenly clenched the letter in his hand, raised his eyes and asked his mother, "What about her?"

Grace pointed to the room where the bodies were parked.

After Si Nancheng went in, he never came out.

He had been kneeling at Windsor's bed, and had sat quietly all night, without saying a word.

The white moonlight broke through the layers of dark clouds and shone on the snow-white sheets. Windsor had a beautiful face, just pale. From a distance, it's no different from falling asleep.

He didn't say a word, just stared blankly at Windsor's face. Until the sky is white, and the sky is getting brighter. A light rain fell from the sky, falling on the windowsill, drop by drop......

When Wen Liang appeared at the door with the child in his arms again, Si Nancheng still maintained the same posture as last night, and he didn't even move. The tears stopped at some point, and the stubble on the chin grew wildly overnight. It's like a teenager.

"Brother Nan Cheng ......"

"Go home. Si Nancheng's dry and hoarse voice squeezed out these words with difficulty, and he propped up the edge of the bed, desperately trying to stand up. But I probably held this position for too long last night, so my legs were numb and stiff.

Qi Ye stepped forward and tried to help.

But he raised his hand and rejected him.

Finally, he stood up on the edge of the bed. Gently reaching out, he stroked the broken hair from the corner of Windsor's forehead, and said in her ear with the softest words of her life, "Sasha, let's go home...... I'll take you home!"

Si Zhanzhou had already arranged for someone to come over to deal with Windsor's body, but Si Nancheng insisted on driving Windsor home in person.

No one can beat him......

Even Wen Liang wanted to get in the car, but was thrown down by Si Nancheng.

His eyes were scarlet, and the despair in his eyes spurted out of his eyes, and there was no anger, but he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can't I give my wife one last ride......?"

Wen Liang seemed to have a huge fish bone stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pull it out.

Qi Ye stretched out his hand to hold the cold face, pressed it to his chest, and then turned his head to Si Nancheng and said, "Go ahead." ”

Si Nancheng got into the transport car where Windsor was. There was only one experienced driver left in the car, sitting in the co-pilot's seat.

Last night, Si Nancheng didn't sleep all night. Everyone was extremely worried about his mental condition and was afraid that he would have an accident while driving, so in the end, Qi Ye arranged for a driver to follow.

Si Nancheng didn't object, but said to Wen Liang and Qi Ye very calmly: "Don't worry, my Sunny, only I am left, I want to live...... My wife told me to live well......"

He turned around and got into the car.

Grace held the child and rode in the same car as Qi Yewen Liang. followed closely behind Si Nancheng's body.

Around the front and rear, it was a convoy arranged by Si Zhanzhou. The car that Si Nancheng was in was surrounded by a group of cars, which looked different. It's like a monster walking through a river of cars......

The baby in Grace's arms has been quiet. It was also like feeling this solemn atmosphere, and he was so well-behaved that he didn't say a word.

In the entire carriage, only the on-board news that the driver was playing was left. In the news, the host is spitting on the arrogant bank robber who escaped from prison a few days ago ten years ago, and the police are chasing the criminals. I hope that the general public will actively provide information.

Grace was irritated and asked the driver to turn off the news.

When the car was halfway through, Si Nancheng suddenly stepped on the brakes.

The car that followed had to stop together. When Wen Liang was puzzled, he saw Si Nancheng get out of the car and walk across the road.

She looked in the direction of Si Nancheng, and saw that on the opposite side was a very large flower shop.

Wen Liang rolled down the window and stared blankly.

After a while, Si Nancheng walked out holding a bouquet of white roses. White roses, beautifully trimmed, and pink wrappers are Windsor's favorite color. Holding her favorite flower, he walked back in the direction of the car.

Not far from the flower shop, is a bank. When Si Nancheng was staring at the rose in his arms in a daze, suddenly, there was a riot next door.

Several men in black suits, with black hoods on their heads, one carrying a black handbag and a machine gun in their arms, ran in the direction of Si Nancheng. There was a cash cart parked in front of the bank, and several policemen jumped out of the car, aiming their guns at the gangsters.

Si Nancheng, who was wearing a white shirt, held a bouquet of pure white roses, and passed by a group of gangsters in black suits, which was particularly eye-catching. Behind him, armed policemen with guns followed, and they were extremely fast.

In the crowd, it is unknown whether it was the gangsters or the police who fired the first shot.

There was a 'bang' of gunshots, startling the pigeons resting on the side of the road. A flock of pigeons flapped their wings and fled in all directions, each flying separately when disaster came......

In an instant, gunfire erupted.

Si Nancheng held the bouquet of roses and stood at the center of the melee, but his footsteps stopped. I don't know what he was thinking, but the loud gunfire didn't bother him. His eyes were confused, not focused, and it was a second or two before his gaze focused on the car escorting Windsor.

"Si Nancheng!!" With Grace's exclamation, the bouquet of roses that Si Nancheng was holding on his chest suddenly dispersed.

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the rose in Si Nancheng's arms also fell to the ground.

He lay down on the gray floor tiles, and the blood in his chest spread instantly.

"Brother Nan Cheng!!" Wen Liang pulled the car door and ran across the road.

After a scuffle, the police had already chased the group of robbers around the corner. The sound of the hail of bullets finally died down.

Qi Ye reacted faster than Wen Liang, and he quickly dialed the emergency number and asked the hospital to arrange an ambulance.

Wen Liang knelt beside Si Nancheng with a plop, and seemed to hear the sound of his knees shattering.

Si Nancheng only felt that the whole world was in a trance, and then, slowly, slowly, quieted down.

Between black and white, he seemed to see Windsor, wearing a white gauze skirt, smiling like a flower, walking slowly......

The hospital was not far from here, and when the roaring ambulance arrived. Si Nancheng had already closed his eyes, and the blood that kept overflowing from his chest stained the gray floor tiles, spread to the pink wrapping paper, and finally, infected the snow-white roses......

The dazzling red was finally abandoned on the cold floor tiles.

Grace felt like the sky had fallen, and for a moment her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground.

Sunny was holding the well-behaved and quiet child in Margaret's arms, and the crying was so loud that it seemed to burst the already fragile little throat.

Margaret was coaxing the child with all her skills, but she couldn't stop crying. Wen Liang blurred his eyes, and finally took the child from Margaret's arms.

I don't know how long it was, it seemed like a century of waiting, and the ambulance was finally late.

In the end, Si Nancheng didn't even have time to enter the rescue room, so he completely stopped breathing......

***

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