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The photo on the tombstone was personally chosen by Xu Jiamu, not long after Han Ruchu married Xu Wanli, the two went on their honeymoon, and Xu Wanli took a photo of her.

Han Ruchu in the photo is smiling brightly and brightly, and there is full of vigorous confidence between his eyebrows and eyes.

In Xu Jiamu's memory, Han Ruchu had never smiled like this, in front of him, she was very loving and pretended to be very affectionate with Xu Wanli, but when she turned around, she would look at Xu Wanli coldly, and they had nothing to do with each other.

Xu Jiamu was a little devastated when he received the phone call, when he first heard that Han Ruchu had committed suicide, and even on the way to the hospital, he still thought, obviously she was willing to talk to him last night, he told her, he waited for her to come out, why did she still die?

But when the flames burned her body to ashes, his mood suddenly became a little calmer.

His mother didn't blame him anymore, but his mother didn't want to live either.

When she said to him, "Kamu, take good care of yourself," she was actually ready to commit suicide.

He thought, maybe when she said that, she also regretted such a tragedy in her heart that she had taken herself in this life, but it was too late, she had no way back, she hated and complained for a lifetime, and suddenly one day, let her let go of the hatred and resentment in her heart, and she herself probably didn't know how to continue to live, so she could only choose to die.

One hundred deaths, vanishing, everything is over.

And then, what about her? Finally, I can break free.

Xu Jiamu also understood in his heart that for Han Ruchu, being dead was far happier than being alive.

When she was alive, she was unhappy every day and night, she hated every moment, she turned herself into a demon, no one is a ghost or a ghost.

However, when Xu Jiamu knelt in front of Han Ruchu's tombstone after the burial was completed, he couldn't help crying.

No matter what, she is his mother after all, even if there are thousands of things wrong, she is the mother who conceived in October and raised him with hard work.

In her life, I am afraid that she has not really been good to anyone, but she is really good to him from the bottom of her heart.

When Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi left, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and there was a light rain in the sky.

On the night of early spring, it was raining, and it was still a little biting, Xu Jiamu took off his suit jacket, draped it on Song Xiangsi's body, took her hand, stepped on the steps in the rain, and walked to the cemetery.

The two of them still don't have any conversation, in fact, they don't need any conversation, and sometimes, silent companionship is worth a thousand words and ten thousand words.

Back in the city, it was already seven o'clock, and the sky was already bright, Song Xiangsi took advantage of the gap in Xu Jiamu's bath and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

When she got home, Song Xiangsi put breakfast on the dining table, walked to the sterilizer, took the plate out, and as soon as she put it on the table, the bedroom door was opened, and Xu Jiamu walked out of it with wet hair, still holding her mobile phone in her hand: "Phone." ”

As he spoke, his cell phone rang.

Song Xiangsi stretched out his hand and took it, glanced at the caller ID, and then answered: "Acacia, what time are you at the hospital today?" ”

Song Xiangsi subconsciously glanced at Xu Jiamu, who was wiping his hair with a towel on the side, pursed his lips, and said, "I've been a little busy lately, I'll contact you in a few days, okay?" ”