Su Weiwei's eyes immediately turned red, and she sat up angrily and screamed.

"How is it possible, how can it be suicide! I saw that he was the one who pushed my mom downstairs! ”

Her voice was so sharp with excitement that she even lifted the covers to get off the bed.

Ji Yebai immediately stopped her in a hurry, but Su Weiwei still struggled, tears flowed down like raindrops, and she shook her head and cried.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I'm going to see my mother, I'm going to see her."

Ji Ye's white heart was like a knife, so he had to agree.

Because it was characterized as suicide, the body was not taken away, but placed in the morgue downstairs, just waiting for Su Weiwei to wake up and arrange the funeral.

Ji Yebai held the crumbling Su Weiwei and wanted her to continue to lie here, but when she thought of her stubborn character, she could only sigh helplessly, and helped Su Weiwei to walk towards the morgue.

In the gloomy and cold room, on a narrow bed, Han Ruoyun was lying there quietly, his face was peaceful and peaceful, although his cheeks had sunken thin because of illness, but he was still so beautiful, as if he was just asleep.

When Su Weiwei saw Han Ruoyun like this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

"Mom, Mom, I'm coming to see you."

She leaned down and leaned her head against Han Ruoyun's body, her eyes were red, and tears once again burst out uncontrollably.

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's me who is late, it's me who is not good."

She blamed herself for her unfilial piety, and she had been worrying about her affairs until her mother was alive, and before she could afford to let their mother and daughter live together forever, so that she could be filial to her, her mother had passed away.

Su Weiwei stretched out her hand, wanting to hold her mother's hand, just like when she was a child, she held her hand for a long time, but the chrome in the palm of her hand was a hard thing.

Su Weiwei broke her hand hard, only to see a dark blue cufflink tightly pinched by her mother.

Her pupils shrank, her face was shocked beyond measure, Su Weiwei trembled and picked up the cuff, and put the cuff under the light of the incandescent lamp, and the cuff glowed faintly under the light.

"No, no, it must not be like this!"

Su Weiwei bit her lip and said this sentence over and over again, as if as long as she said this sentence a hundred times, she could hypnotize herself and everyone.

Ji Yebai saw that she was not in the right mood, and she was also anxious, for fear that something would happen to her, so she hurriedly comforted.

"Miss Su, don't worry, what happened, is there anything special about this cuff?"

Su Weiwei shook her head, her heart hurting so much that she almost suffocated. She pressed her chest, crouched down, curled up, trying to shrink her smaller and smaller, buried her head in her knees and cried silently.

The dark blue cuff was clenched tightly in the palm of her hand, and a mark was embedded in her palm, almost cutting through the skin.

Ji Yebai was really too much, he held Su Weiwei in his arms, and comforted her while stroking her back.