The next day, Pei Fengnian went to the hospital before dawn.

As soon as he entered the ward, he saw Pei Ye kneeling on the ground in the same posture as yesterday, his hand holding Yang Zhen's hand, rubbing it constantly, staring at Yang Zhen's face with blank eyes but tightly, with a thick blue and black under his eyes.

Pei Fengnian stood aside without saying a word, calmly watching Pei Ye's movements.

"She's dead."

Pei Ye's movements still didn't stop, his eyes were red, he kept rubbing Yang Zhen's already cold hands, and muttered: "No...... No......"

After a long time, Pei Ye turned his head stiffly, and looked at Pei Fengnian with scarlet eyes: "Bury me with her." ”

"Are you still unwilling to let her go?"

Pei Fengnian's words were like a spell, constantly ringing in Pei Ye's ears.

"I don't want to!" Pei Ye's voice was raised, "She can only be mine, even if she dies, it will be mine!" ”

The quiet in the ward was scary, Pei Ye suddenly put down Yang Zhen's hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and repeated the sentence to Pei Fengnian: "Bury me with her." ”

When Mu Xi woke up, the first news he got was that Pei Ye jumped to his death.

She hurried to the hospital, and at a glance she saw Pei Fengnian and Pei Mengyu standing at the door without saying a word, and she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

There were not too many expressions on their faces, Pei Mengyu didn't feel much love since she returned to the Pei family, she wasn't particularly sad about the death of the second elder of the Pei family, she was much more comfortable after a little crying.

The three of them were relatively speechless, and Mu Xi didn't know what words to say at this time.

She was still very surprised when she learned that Pei Ye was dead, and at the same time she felt terrible, just like Yang Zhen said, Pei Ye was a madman, even if Yang Zhen died, he was unwilling to let her go, and even followed her away.

In the next few days, Pei Ye and Yang Zhen's funerals were all organized by Pei Fengnian.

As Pei Ye ordered, Pei Fengnian buried Yang Zhen and Pei Ye together.

Looking at the names of the two on the tombstone, Pei Fengnian smiled sarcastically.

When he was a child, he grew up with his grandparents, and it was not until he was eight years old that he was taken back to the Dao and the two, his mother Yang Zhen always looked at him with fear and disgust, and his father Pei Ye always turned a blind eye to him.

He knew that Pei Ye loved Yang Zhen very much, Pei Ye treated Yang Zhen as a canary in a cage, locked her in the villa forever, and he could always see the chains on Yang Zhen's ankles.

One day, Yang Zhen took him out to play, but in fact he wanted to escape, wanted to escape from Pei Ye, and finally Yang Zhen was arrested, and he stayed downstairs in their room.

That day, Yang Zhen's crazy screams were always in the villa, and later he inadvertently knew that because of that escape, Yang Zhen's leg was almost unloaded by Pei Ye.

It was after that that that he knew that his mother didn't love his father, even hated him, and it was no wonder that Yang Zhen looked at him with disgust and fear in his eyes, and he didn't even want to hug him, and his father was so pathetic that he could only lock a woman with iron chains.

Mu Xi stood in front of the tombstone dressed in black, holding Pei Xingbei's hand.

"Mom, where are your grandparents?" Pei Xingbei looked at Mu Xi and asked.

For a while, Mu Xi didn't know how to answer.

Pei Fengnian, who had not spoken beside him, suddenly spoke: "They went to another world to torture each other." ”