Yin Shaolong lowered his eyes, and finally let go slowly, the moment his fingers left her bare hand, he completely calmed down, as if he was in the dust, and it had nothing to do with him.

Concubine Ye chased out uncontrollably, but Xiang Tianlai's body was already covered with a white sheet, which made her legs weak, and she felt that all this was extremely unreal.

followed all the way to the morgue, until it was forbidden to enter, Concubine Ye turned around in a trance, and suddenly bumped into Lu An'an, who was following behind.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes were watery.

Lu Anan looked at Concubine Ye and said softly: "Alai... Is it really dead? ”

Concubine Ye had a sour nose and opened her mouth, but like Lu An'an, she didn't want to admit this fact at all.

She couldn't help but think of the first time she saw Alai in prison, with heavy makeup and glamorous makeup like a little sister, hot and burnt hair, dark and heavy eye shadow, always guilty of smoking, and a cool and calm gaze.

It wasn't until later that she washed off her heavy makeup, revealing a small face the size of a palm......

Concubine Ye didn't dare to think about it anymore, as soon as she closed her eyes, she would feel that everything that had happened was just yesterday, and Alai, she had always been there, always by her side.

wandering in the corridor in despair, but after walking not far away, he suddenly remembered something, and then quickly ran back to the ward, grabbed Yin Shaolong's shirt and said: "I remember Su Mohan said that Tang Jinlong's previous research can bring people back to life, isn't it!" Isn't it! Take it out and save Alai! Yes? Yin Shaolong! ”

Yin Shaolong raised his eyes to look at her, and said calmly: "The thing has been destroyed a long time ago. And Alai doesn't want to be like that......"

Concubine Ye gradually let go of the hand that was holding him, her steps were a little vain, and she sat down on the sofa.

The room was still as silent as death, and Yin Shaolong was still sitting on the edge of the bed, as if the bed still had Alai's temperature.

The group was silent for a long time, and Tang Zifeng was the earliest, and he didn't say much from beginning to end.

When the sky was completely dark, Lu Chuan and the others left one after another, Concubine Ye asked someone to help send Xiaotian and Hanwen back, and only she, An An and Yin Shaolong were left in the room.

Looking up at this familiar ward, he carefully calculated that Alai seemed to have lived here for a long time.

The original snow-white curtains were replaced by Yin Shaolong with a faint pink a few months ago, and the flower shelf next to the windowsill was still a lush flower, even if it was a cold winter, but it did not wither, but the most obvious jasmine, which was bare, was really a little pitiful, and I didn't know if I could survive this winter.

Not far from the window was a round table, where they had tried Yin Shaolong's craft countless times, and not long ago, they had eaten shabu-shabu together, when the streets were cold and busy.

Turning his head again, Xiang Tianlai's clothes were neatly stacked in the corner of the sofa, and a few men's casual clothes were stacked on the side, arranged in an orderly manner, looking particularly harmonious.

On the coffee table, there was an apple with half-peeled skin, which was already a little yellow, and there was a trace of blood left on the fruit knife on the side.

Looking at this familiar scene, it seems that there are memories of being with Alai everywhere.

She and Lu An'an seem to have unconsciously become accustomed to running here every day to stay for a while, as if this place is like another small home.