His funeral was so solemn that the coffin of the golden silk nanmu was carried by the monks to the cemetery for burial, and the whole country was silent, and the people wept bitterly to see off the youngest handsome and diligent president.

But she was the only one who knew that his body was not in that precious coffin at all.

She saw Ye Fan and Zhou Cong, as well as his henchmen, who exchanged his body for a handful of ashes and put it in a quaint wooden box.

The wooden box was put into the tomb where she was buried by Ye Yan and Zhou Cong.

Her body had turned into white bones, and the moment the tomb was opened, rats, ants, insects, and snakes fled in all directions, and the tomb was soaked in water, and it was already dilapidated.

Ye Yan and Zhou Cong knelt on the ground, crying almost without a figure, but they gritted their teeth and didn't dare to make any sound.

The wooden box containing his ashes was placed in the arms of her bones-white corpse.

She heard Zhou Cong kneeling and kowtowing, crying and muttering over and over again: "Young master, young master...... You've finally got what you wanted, and you'll never be separated from Miss Jingwei again...... Never to be separated again......"

Li Shenheng......

Li Shenheng.

She whispered his name softly, over and over again, as if to engrave it in her heart for eternity.

You wait for me, Li Shenheng, you wait for me, if everything can be done again, I will definitely live up to you.

……

Jing Wei suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel that the world was spinning in front of him, and he couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

She sat up on the bed in a daze, it was a dream but it didn't seem like a dream, as if she really became a ghost after death and refused to leave the world for a long time, and she really experienced all this herself.

Jingwei originally didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but she was really reborn herself, but she had to believe it.

The pain on her forehead was like a burning fire, but the pain couldn't pull her back from that dream.

What she had been most worried about and afraid of had finally become a reality.

In his previous life, he really didn't have a good death.

Even if he finally sat on the presidency, he died in his prime and was lonely for life.

It was she who hurt him, harmed him all his life, and made him unable to show his face and be relieved until he died.

In her previous life, she thought that he would always forget her, forget Ruan Jingwei, who was useless and didn't love him, but what she didn't expect was that his feelings for her would be so deep.

Life is not the same bed, death is the same cave.

He gave up the glory in life, and he didn't want the glory after death, he just wanted to be with her.

Jing Wei unconsciously burst into tears, she really didn't deserve his affection, only in this life, go all out, life and death, can she repay one or two.

Jingwei gradually settled down, she has no golden fingers, no strong background of bullishness, and no good ability to be invulnerable, the only thing that can be done is about good academic performance, strong language talent, and learning everything very fast, especially language, the English teacher once said that she was born to learn language.

He will be the president in the future, and since he is president, it is a matter of duty to visit countries to carry out diplomacy, and if she is proficient in Chinese languages, then being by his side will not be as useless as a vase.

Jingwei couldn't help but take a deep breath, she had never thought about what major she would study in college in the future, but now she had a goal in her heart.

She wants to go to the best university in the imperial capital, and she wants to go to the most stringent international language department with the highest threshold.