Li Sichen walked to her bed and touched her favorite bedside book.

He only turned one page, and saw Qiao Ran's handwriting on the note, and every stroke was happiness: May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night will be bright.

He seemed to see Qiao Ran sitting in front of the bed, smiling and holding the book, fantasizing about her happy life after marriage like a girl.

There was a diary lying quietly in the drawer, and Li Sichen turned the first page.

It was his photo that was pasted on it, and nineteen-year-old Qiao Ran wrote with a watercolor pen next to it: Li Sichen, sooner or later, one day, I will be your bride.

There was him on every page that followed, from what he did on his routine date with her, to how many words he said to her and how many times he laughed.

It turned out that she really liked him.

It turned out that she had never wanted to profit from him.

But what's the point of saying that now?

"Mr. Li, Miss Shen is calling. ”

Secretary An was holding Li Sichen's mobile phone in his hand, a little embarrassed.

The wedding was forced to be canceled today, and there were rumors from the outside world.

And Li Sichen, as the person in charge of the Li family, must come forward.

Li Sichen raised his head, his eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears in the eyes staring at the phone.

"Mr. Li! There's news from the dock!" The bodyguard at the door just received the news: "Someone found a body washed ashore on the shore early this morning...... Judging by the clothes and personal belongings, it was Miss Qiao. ”

Suddenly, Li Sichen seemed to be drained of his strength.

Corpse...... Got it?

In the hospital, Li Sichen walked to the door of the morgue, and the body had been covered with a white cloth. g

He trembled and lifted the corner of the white cloth, and what he saw was not the smiling Qiao Ran before, but an unrecognizable face, swollen and white from the bubbles of the sea, like a piece of meat.

Even Secretary An couldn't help but gag when he saw such a face.

Where is this still a little bit of Qiao Ran's appearance?

"According to the DNA test in the hospital, it can be proved that this body is Miss Qiao Ranqiao, are you Miss Qiao's family?"

Shen Yansheng said lightly: "Miss Qiao came here a few days ago and was diagnosed with organ failure, and the functions of various organs in the body have declined seriously, and I have spoken to you on the phone. ”

The green tendons on Li Sichen's hands burst out: "I'm going to take her away." ”

"No, you can't. ”

"I'm her husband, I said I'm going to take her away, who dares to stop me?"

Shen Yansheng gave a note to Li Sichen and said, "This is Miss Qiao's own meaning, we must respect the wishes of the deceased." ”

Li Sichen looked at the note in his hand, which was written crookedly: Doctor Shen, thank you for your help, when I die, please donate my body, Qiao Ran.

He could make out at a glance that it was Qiao Ran's handwriting.

Li Sichen's heart felt like he had been punched hard, making him unable to breathe.

"How much can I get to take her?"

Shen Yansheng pushed his glasses and said lightly: "It's not a matter of money, we are doing this to respect Miss Qiao's wishes, you can't take the corpse away." ”

Li Sichen's eyes narrowed dangerously: "What if I have to take her away?"

"Then we can only meet in court, and you will never win the lawsuit, if I am not mistaken, Mr. Li should have divorced Miss Qiao, strictly speaking you are not Miss Qiao's relatives, are you?"