"People always grow in loss, I hope you can understand what your eternal life is for." Yu Mumu lowered her voice and said.

Angénie Énienie was indeed her good friend, but on the basis of a good friend, Angénie chose to betray.

Since then, Yu Mumu has had a feeling of 'not particularly good' for Anqin.

But after An Qin apologized, the indifference in Yu Mumu's heart could no longer become dull. Especially in the face of An Qin's death, she suddenly regretted that she didn't have a good chat with An Qin at the beginning.

"What kind of secret is your Yu family's ancestral hall guarding?" Leng Qianchen didn't look up, his phoenix eyes looked straight at the ground.

"In the ancestral hall of my Yu family, the secret guarded has always been Wei Junze." Yu Mumu didn't want to hide it. After all, Wei Junze is a zombie, and the Leng family is very clear in his heart.

"That's... Is there a way to wake up Angén? Leng Qianchen raised his eyes leisurely, and his phoenix eyes were full of anticipation.

"Counting the time, she should have crossed the bridge by now and is drinking soup." Wei Junze turned his head and glanced at the sunlight in the sky and said.

"You are familiar with that, do you have a way, take me there to find her, I don't want her to leave......" Leng Qianchen held back his sobbing, bit his lip, and said hard.

"Lone does have a way, but it's a pity that too much time has passed, even if you really arrived, she must have taken the soup and left the bridge." Wei Junze opened his mouth slowly.

"So, no matter what, she and I can only miss it......" Leng Qianchen's fingertips clasped in his palm, allowing his nails to pierce his palm.

Yu Mumu sighed, "You understand, but it's too late." ”

Leng Qianchen sat on the ground with a dull gaze, indifferent.

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Leng Qianchen's sluggishness lasted until Anqin's ashes were sent to the cemetery. He was awake for only a few seconds.

Leng Qianchen held An Qin's ashes altar madly and didn't let go.

Yu Mumu really couldn't stand it anymore, shook off Wei Junze's hand, walked in front of Leng Qianchen, and slapped him hard, "Have you made enough trouble!" You make such a fuss, how can Anqin still be buried in the ground! ”

"She's not dead, she's not dead, why are she lying in that cold soil!" Leng Qianchen roared, he struggled to push Yu Mumu away, held An Qindi's ashes altar in his arms, and never let go......

"Leng Qianchen! Can you sober up a bit! You don't cherish her life, she has turned to ashes now! You just remembered to be in love! Yu Mumu grabbed Leng Qianchen's collar and yelled at him!

"She's not dead! She's not dead! Why do you want to say she's dead! Leng Qianchen hugged An Qin's ashes altar and sat on the ground, crying silently......

Leng Qianchen lived for half his life and was chic for half his life. He thought that he would never follow the path of his grandfather in his life, and walk on the path of his parents, who could not be loved.

But fate is like an intertwined tree root, which will always lead him to find such a point of no return.

Leng Qianchen thought that he would not fall in love with Anqin. But as a result, he found that from that moment he first thought of her, his throat was unquenchably thirsty, and from that moment on, he had fallen in love with her......

It turns out that not getting it is the most comfortable punishment.

Neither can be gained, but also lost forever, this is the irreparable punishment that Anqin brought to him with his life......

She died, took his heart, and left together......