On the day of Huo Changyuan's funeral, there was a light rain.

The specifications of the funeral, in terms of his identity, can be called a simple sentence.

But in this world, there are no people who have sincere fellowship.

So, it doesn't matter if there are fewer people.

At least the people who sent him on his last journey were sincere.

Luo Xiaoxiao was dressed in black and stood in the front row.

Except for Mo Fei, everyone thought that Huo Changyuan had died of a sudden illness.

is full of concern for her sister-in-law.

The words were that even if Huo Changyuan was gone, they would take care of her for him.

Luo Xiaoxiao thanked him softly.

But there was a wry smile in his heart, if they knew the truth, I was afraid that they would want to skin her and cramp.

The photo on Huo Changyuan's tombstone was chosen by Luo Xiaoxiao.

Wedding photos from their wedding.

There was a shallow smile in his eyes, a real joy from the heart.

Luo Xiaoxiao regretted it a little.

She should have smiled more.

This way, the photos will look better.

The flowers in front of the tombstone are not bouquets of daisies or the like, they are all mint flowers.

He had given Luo Xiaoxiao this kind of flower at several important moments.

Come to think of it, this flower has a special meaning for him.

After the funeral, Luo Xiaoxiao took a deep look at his tombstone and didn't stay long.

Luo's father and Luo's mother had already learned of Huo Changyuan's death and breathed a sigh of relief for their daughter.

thought that this was an opening of God's eyes, and his daughter was finally able to escape the clutches.

Luo Xiaoxiao refused their request for her to go to their side, saying that she wanted to travel around the world quietly and quietly, and maybe she wouldn't be in touch for a long time.

Although Luo's father and mother were reluctant, they still expressed understanding.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at what Huo Changyuan had left for her again.

The assets that can be directly sold in his name are only one-tenth of his total assets, but this is already enough to squander the amount that people will not spend in a lifetime.

Luo Xiaoxiao personally contacted the welfare agency, and after determining that it was reliable, he donated all the money to the orphanage.

She can't meet Huo Changyuan when she was a child, at least, she can save some children from suffering like him.

It took more than two months to deal with it all.

It's another rainy day.

Luo Xiaoxiao held an umbrella and entered the flower shop.

The owner is a girl in her twenties, with eyes and a cute smile.

"Hello, what do you need?"

Luo Xiaoxiao said softly, "I want a bunch of mint flowers." ”

"Mint flowers." The shopkeeper was a little surprised: "How few people buy it?" ”

"Didn't you?"

"There are some of them, but this flower is not as good as other flowers, so basically no one buys it, but I have always kept it because of its flower language."

The shopkeeper is very talkative: "Do you like it because of its flower language?" ”

Luo Xiaoxiao clenched the umbrella: "Flower language? ”

"That's right." The shopkeeper smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"The flower language of mint is - I would like to meet you again, and it is also - the meaning of loving me again, isn't it beautiful?"

"I would like to meet you again."

"Love me one more time."

Luo Xiaoxiao muttered and repeated, and suddenly remembered that Huo Changyuan had told her that he seemed to have been waiting for someone.

That's why he gave her this bouquet of flowers after their first time, when they got engaged, every day?

When I fell in love with her, I thought it was their reunion.

Every time I thought she didn't love him, through the flowers, I said silently-

Love me again.

"Hey, why are you crying?" The shopkeeper was at a loss and said, "Did I say something wrong?" ”

"Nope." Luo Xiaoxiao wiped away her tears and smiled at her: "Help me wrap the flowers." ”