It was getting darker, but he didn't sleep.

He changed his position and lay on the bed, he remembered that Xia Yan used to always like to lie on the left side of the bed, while he was lying on the right side, holding her in his arms with long hands and feet, she pillowed on his chest, the two breathed together, and he could kiss her as soon as he lowered his head.

He lay down in that position, as if he still had her in his arms.

He wished he could wake up and go back to the way he had been, and when he opened his eyes, he could see her in his arms.

But now he can't even sleep, and even dreaming of her is a luxury, and every good thing in the past makes him want to die when he thinks about it now.

He didn't know how he would spend so many nights without her life in the future?

Will it just die like this?

I suddenly remembered that the doctor said that the toxins in his body had not been discharged, and if it continued like this for a long time, it was not impossible to die violently.

Poison?

Keep it.

It was the poison she gave, and even if he died of pain, he had to keep it.

It's just that in this life, does he still have a chance to cherish her?

If she knew the truth, would she forgive him?

…………………………

In the blink of an eye, it was Murong Yan's funeral.

Murong Yan was born in City A, and when he met Zhao Jishan, he was also in City A, and Zhao Jishan also died in City A, Murong Yan's last wish was to be buried in City A, the mountain behind the house where he and Zhao Zhenshan got married.

Jing Yu's recovery was not bad, and the doctor said that it would not hurt to take it out for a few hours.

Xia Yan wore a black dress today, and when she went out, the sky changed suddenly, and Chu Weiwei added another windbreaker to her.

The cemetery was crowded, but it was very quiet.

The affairs of the Murong family naturally had many celebrities to participate.

After the burial, they just waited for the guests to mourn and comfort their families one by one.

Xia Yan held Jing Yu's hand and stood in front of the tombstone, his expression quiet and calm.

Jing Yu was also sad, but thinking that it would make Mommy sad, she didn't say a word, and stood obediently.

As the ceremony was about to end, snow suddenly began to fall in the sky.

It was already full spring, and the weather was fine yesterday, but today it suddenly snowed again.

The guests also left, and only the people of the Murong family were left in the entire cemetery.

After a while, a subordinate ran over and leaned over Murong Jing and whispered a few words.

Murong Jing walked up to Xia Yan and said in a low voice, "Xiao Yan, Yi Beihan is here." ”

"He ......" Xia Yan's body stiffened, and he originally wanted to ask him what he was doing, but thinking about it, it was normal for him to come.

was in a trance, but I didn't know who shouted behind me, "Yi Shao has arrived." ”

She paused for a moment, but finally turned back.

It's just that I haven't seen each other for two days, but I feel like a world away.

Xu misses it too much, or it may be because he knows that he will never be together again in the future, and he can't help but feel that seeing every time now is a luxury.

His complexion was still not good, with a layer of gauze wrapped around his right hand, and a black trench coat lined his whole person more and more deeply and far.

Xia Yan was inevitably sad, but he held back the thoughts and pain in his heart and stood quietly aside.

Yi Beihan simply greeted Murong Jing Murong Shaochuan, bowed and said, "Mr. Murong, please mourn, you will have a place for me in the future, just speak." ”

Then he turned to look at her again, and his tone was still polite, "Little Sister Murong, the festival is smooth." ”

Only by looking at him up close like this did she see his haggard face clearly.