The young master remembered it, but it was as if his whole soul had been lost.

Ye Chuqing died, and so did the young master's heart.

Neither he nor Purgatory knew what to do? How to rescue the young master from the abyss of sorrow.

"Boss, your head injury hasn't healed yet? You're so weak, why don't you wait for a while before going?" Purgatory asked helplessly.

"Have you forgotten? Seven years ago, she jumped from that boat into the sea."[

Mo Fengya stared quietly at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and uncontrollable grief penetrated his heart.

It seemed as if a huge hole had opened up, making him so desperate that he almost died.

Life is worse than death, life is worse than death...

Only now did he understand the meaning of the word. It turned out to be this feeling, because he completely lost hope and lost the person he loved most.

It hurts to even take one more breath while alive.

Every minute and every second is nothing but suffering.

He is only thirty years old and still has such a long life. How should he live?

In the days without her, how should he overcome the emptiness and pain, wandering and suffering in thoughts and memories.

Yes, he will not commit suicide, but this kind of life has completely left him with no hope.

From now on, Mo Fengya will be a living zombie.

Both Flying Eagle and Purgatory were silent, how could they not remember? No one can forget the tragedy of that day.

"Purgatory, go prepare the car and set off immediately."

Mo Fengya sat up from the hospital bed expressionlessly.

With tears in her eyes, the housekeeper sadly dressed him in a pure black suit, put on white gloves, and pinned a pure white rose to his chest.

This is the dress worn at a funeral to express grief and mourning for the deceased wife.

Soon, a group of pure black Bentley cars decorated with white roses drove out of the villa and drove towards the seaside.

There was a huge cruise ship parked in the port early. The cruise ship was a quiet white place, filled with pedestals and bouquets of white roses and some white ribbons.

There weren't many people on the cruise ship.

Mo Fengya did not publish an obituary in the newspaper, nor did he invite others to attend the funeral, which was seven years late.[

He didn't want anyone to interrupt his time with her.

Only the most famous cardinal from Italy was invited to conduct the funeral for his wife.

Mo Fengya walked onto the cruise ship and looked at the blue sea, with huge pain flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!