He had been in this position for nearly two hours, like a puppet, lifeless.

She glanced away, sighed inwardly, and walked away silently......

These two hours were simply torture for Mu Tingchen.

The heart hurts, the whole body hurts, it seems like a century, every second is torment.

Finally, at half past twelve, the prison Jin Si came out with the urn in his hand.

The servants wept when they saw the urn, and Mrs. Mei was supported by two housekeepers, and she was also full of tears.

Mu Tingchen looked at the photo of Ning An in prison in the urn, and the girl's sweet smile was like a knife, deeply inserted into his heart, and the heart seemed to be cut out alive, and it was painful......

"She wants you to give her one last ride." Prison Jin Si handed the urn into his hands.

Mu Tingchen held it as if it were a thousand gold, he picked up the ring that was resting on the box and held it tightly in his hand.

The hard texture burned his palm.

The man's arms trembled, and he endured it for a long time, but he couldn't control it, and the corners of his eyes were moist at this moment......

He turned around and walked out slowly, and everyone followed......

According to Prison Ning'an's last wishes, the prison family did not bury her, not even a cemetery.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a search yacht appeared on the sea, and there were six people on the yacht.

Prison Jin Si and the four guards, as well as Mu Tingchen.

All six wore black suits with white silk flowers on their chests.

Today's weather is very good, although the temperature is only five degrees, the sun is shining without a trace of wind, and it seems very warm.

The sea was calm, and the yacht sailed through the mirror-blue waters.

Ten minutes later, the yacht stopped in the sea to the east, and when you raised your eyes, you could see the island, which was the base of the Jiaolong team.

As far as the eye can see, the sea and sky are the same color, and the blue sea is blue.

The blue sky, white clouds, sea, and islands are so beautiful that they are picturesque......

Mu Tingchen held the urn and did not move for a long time, and everyone did not urge, giving him enough time.

It was a long time before he looked down at the box.

"Prison Ning'an, you listen well......" He leaned against the box, his voice was low and hoarse, like torn silk brocade, with a faint trill, "I only said this time, you have to listen well......"

He paused, his eyes bloodshot.

Hearing this, everyone behind them stepped back, and they all turned away, unable to bear to listen to it anymore......

"Ning'an......" Mu Tingchen stroked the urn, his voice was full of pain, and his throat was a little choked, "Ning'an, prison Ning'an, I love you......"

As the words fell, the man closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes soaked, and when he opened them again, Jun's face was so cold that it was frightening.

He opened the box and put his white-gloved hand into it......

Mu Tingchen sprinkled the ashes into the sea, and during the whole process, he was expressionless, so desperate that he had no sense, and his movements were mechanical.

When the last strand of ashes slipped into the sea, he raised his hand and did not let it go, staring at the sea with cold eyes.

"Prison peace, goodbye......"

After a long time, he slowly lowered his hand.

Mu Tingchen took out the ring from his pocket and pointed it at the sun, and the sunlight hit the man's face through the circle, stabbing his eyes so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Leave the ring......" As he was about to throw the ring into the sea, Prison Jin Si appeared behind him at some point and said, "I want to put it on her altar." ”

Mu Tingchen did not object, handed him the ring, and then stood in place, staring at the endless sea, falling into endless contemplation......

It was inconvenient for everyone to disturb him, so they stood silently with him until the sun set......

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