In the funeral home, it is always quiet, and if there is a little movement, it is easy to alarm everyone.

"You say this little girl is a murderer?"

"No, she's been helping out for the past two days."

"It's not that there is a ghost in my heart, it's not a relative, what kind of help."

"Just take a look, didn't you call the police over there?"

Gu Zhenzhen hugged his arms and watched a good show on the side.

"The last person she saw before she left was me."

Just then, a voice came from the door.

The man, dressed in a black coat and black pants, pushed the door from the outside, and a cold wind came, and the light of the ever-bright lamp burning in front of the black and white posthumous photo flickered, and the light and shadow of the whole room dimmed for a moment.

Xue Rin'an walked in and looked at Xu Shiying, "You should know about this, right?"

Xu Shiying was slightly stunned.

She thought that Xue Rin'an was not here in the mourning hall, but she didn't expect it to be here.

"It seems to be," Xu Shiying said, "Miss Ruan has approached Brother Rin An."

Her answer, as if she had answered, or as if she had not answered at all, was an answer that was about equal to nothing.

Ruan's mother is a weak character, her ears are soft, and she will be suspicious of what others say, she said, "You asked her to help Qingqiu's funeral?"

"It's not." Xue Rin'an denied it.

Ruan's mother said, "It's like people say, it's not related to her, if she doesn't have a ghost in her heart, why should she help us?"

Gu Zhenzhen on the side couldn't help laughing, she collapsed the corners of her mouth, "Yes, where can anyone be so kind."

Xue Rin'an glanced at Gu Zhenzhen.

Gu Zhenzhen shrugged his shoulders: "Xue Shao, forgive me for never seeing such a good person."

She accentuated the word "good" so that it sounded like a deliberate reminder.

The person next to him probed his brain, "The police, the car is coming!"

They watched from the outside as people were taken away by the police station's car, "It's all gone."

After the person leaves.

In Ruan Qingqiu's mourning hall, only Ruan's father and Ruan's mother were left.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside.

As soon as it opened and closed, the empty wind through the hall blew in from the outside in, blowing out the everlasting lamp next to the posthumous photo.

Ruan's mother saw that the wind was blowing the candle flame, so she hurried over to protect it with her hands.

But in the end, it was destroyed.

He Lian put one hand in his pocket, asked someone to carry the wreath in, walked to the coffin, and bowed to the statue.

Ruan's father lit the lamp again, and neither Ruan's mother had ever seen He Lian, and the two looked at each other.

"Hello, may I ask ...... you?"

He Lian said with a smile; "He Lian."

Father Ruan looked at the pale young man in front of him, "He Lian?"

As a forgotten person, He Lian has always seemed very gentle.

"We've met in China," He Lian smiled, "This is my business card."

Ruan's father took the business card.

He Lian glanced at the time, "I still have some business, so I'll leave first."

After He Lian left for a long time, Ruan's father looked at the name on the cardboard in his hand, and in the upper right corner, there were a few letters.

"I remember my wife."

In such a cold and lonely environment, Ruan's mother was in a trance, and when she came back to her senses, she heard Ruan's father holding a business card and saying, "Do you remember the time we went abroad?"

The only time in my life to go abroad.

Ruan's father and mother were taken abroad to stay with their daughter for a week.

From then on, Zhao Kuo was a perfect son-in-law in their eyes.

Take care of her daughter, don't mind her daughter's past, and even help her go through the formalities of going abroad, and can take care of her when she is sick.

Not to mention that now they have specially taken over their two elders, and enthusiastically formulated a travel strategy to let him

They spent a week in the country and opened their eyes.

They felt that even if there was lingering sorrow in their daughter's eyes, Zhao Kuo would be good to her, and sooner or later she would be able to cover the ice with heat.

But at the end of that week, all the illusions of perfection were shattered into slag all over the ground under the illness of his son-in-law Zhao Kuo.

Even Ruan's father, who stopped the fight in the past, was injured.

At that time, a Chinese psychiatrist named Zhao Kuo was temporarily assigned to treat Zhao Kuo.

Ruan's mother seemed to remember something, rushed over, snatched the business card from Ruan's father's hand, and put it on the candle, "What are you doing with him?!" He's the culprit! Zhao Kuo damn it! He deserves to die outside!"

The business card is black-edged by the flame of the candle flame.

In the end, only a small piece of white black handwriting remained: Dr.

Gu Zhenzhen was just guessing randomly, she didn't have any real evidence.

The monitoring in his hand is that Jiang Jianing and Ruan Qingqiu are eating and chatting, and they can't see that the two have any serious disputes at all, and Ruan Qingqiu also went to Xue Rin'an's ward before leaving the hospital.

Jiang Jianing walked out of the police station.

She was wearing a long black woolen dress with a white paper flower pinned to the brooch on her chest.

In the dark night, the small white flower on her chest was particularly obvious.

She walked over to Xue Rin'an, who was waiting at the bottom of the steps, and raised her head, "I'm actually ashamed."

Xue Rin'an looked at her with low eyes.

Jiang Jianing held his hand, there was no light in his eyes, "When she was forced, I was on that street, I tried to stop it, I wanted to find someone, but I didn't do it......

She remembered the feeling of powerlessness that came out of the cracks in her bones.

She almost put herself on that bet.

She wanted to take a gamble.

She believes that there are still good people in this society, and there are good people who can stop the car to help Ruan Qingqiu when she calls for help, or call 110, just like he expects a good person to be able to stretch out an arm to help her when she is being wantonly abused and ridiculed in the snow pit.

But that day, that despair, like Ruan Qingqiu's terrible cry, drilled into her heart.

She couldn't save Ruan Qingqiu, and she couldn't save herself.

Xue Rin'an's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the past two days, he asked Wu Kai to help Ruan's father and Ruan's mother in the mourning hall to be busy with Ruan Qingqiu's funeral, but Jiang Jianing also insisted on it.

In the girl's eyes, there seemed to be a light that was gradually extinguishing.

Xue Rinan took her arm and pulled her into the car.

Her hands were cold, cold as ice.

He took her hand and slipped into his shirt, pressed against his skin.

The cold palm of his hand touched his lower abdomen, and his muscles tensed up from the sudden coldness of the temperature.

Jiang Jianing tilted his head and stared at him with dark eyes, "Do you think I'm useless?"

"Why?"

"I'm a soft-hearted and good-hearted bad person, I can have mercy on anyone, I can't be ruthless at all when I should be ruthless, and I can blame myself for an incident a few years ago."

Xue Rin'an held her two wrists with one hand, and pinched her nose with the other, "It's not you who are ashamed, it's those who didn't stop."

Xue Rin'an looked into her eyes: "You're not wrong, it's them who are wrong."