When Xie Yao received the news, it was already the next morning.

She and Gu Jingyu rushed to the hospital, and the atmosphere in the ward was as heavy as death.

Murong Lin half-kneeled in front of the hospital bed, lowered his head, and buried his face in his palm. Although he could not see the expression on his face, he could feel the huge sadness spreading all over his body.

Yang Xi was lying on the hospital bed, with her eyes closed, looking calm and peaceful, just like when she was asleep.

Only harsh sounds came from the surveillance machine beside it, and there was a straight line moving forward on the surveillance screen.

Yang Xi fell asleep in Murong Lin's somewhat out-of-tune singing. She slept calmly, and her breathing, heartbeat and blood pressure all looked normal.

However, she never woke up again. At dawn, the monitor suddenly made a harsh sound, and Yang Xi's heartbeat stopped beating.

The doctor conducted emergency rescue, but Yang Xi failed to recover her heartbeat. She left calmly, without any pain or regret.

The dead will not be sad, the only ones who are left behind.

Xie Yao stumbled into the ward, and her mind was blank at that moment.

Although, she felt something yesterday that her mother might have to leave her.

However, when she saw her mother turning into a cold body with her own eyes, she realized that she could not accept it at all.

Xie Yao fell to the edge of the hospital bed, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and grabbed Yang Xi's hand.

At this time, Yang Xi's hands were cold without a trace of temperature.

Xie Yao opened her eyes wide and looked at her mother's face. In a trance, she seemed to see her mother open her eyes and smiled gently at her.

Xie Yao felt her eyes were so sore and painful. She blinked her eyes and tears came out uncontrollably.

"Your mother, she's working very hard.

I know she is reluctant to leave and she is reluctant to leave on your wedding day.”

Murong Lin's even more swallowing voice rang in her ears.

After hearing this, Xie Yao bent her lips and couldn't help but sneer.

"A few days ago, the doctor told me that my mother's condition has been very stable recently and she can last for at least half a year.

Thank you, she went to heaven early.”

Gu Jingyu has always been very attentive to Yang Xi's condition. He used all his relationships and connections to spend a lot of money and invited more than a dozen domestic and foreign medical authorities to consult Yang Xi.

Although the results were consistent, Yang Xi's condition was just a delay.

But for Gu Jingyu, even if it is delayed for one more day, it is good.

He doesn't want to see his beloved woman sad.

The later the day comes, the better.

Gu Jingyu was almost using money to buy his life for Yang Xi. Fortunately, it was very effective to spend money in it.

Yang Xi's condition has stabilized. If there were no yesterday's accident, Yang Xi could have lasted for at least another half a year.

The doctor and nurse came over and persuaded the family to mourn, while taking off the medical devices on Yang Xi. For a person who had passed away, these medical devices were meaningless.

Then, the nurse covered Yang Xi's face with a white sheet and pushed her out of the ward.

Xie Yao shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Mom!"

Murong Yubin ran out of control and chased out of the ward and was stopped by Murong Lin.

Yang Xi’s funeral was held particularly grandly, but the person has passed away, so what is the meaning of honor after death?

No matter how grand the funeral is, it is for the living.

Xie Yao was wearing a wedding dress yesterday, but today she changed into mourning clothes. She was filled with a coldness that was suddenly close to her, like a puppet carrying a string, without a trace of expression from beginning to end.

Gu Jingyu has always been by her side, but she rarely speaks, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible.

At this time, what Xie Yao needs is not comfort, but companionship.

He wanted her to know that she was not alone.

Murong Yubin was also rarely silent, with slightly red eyes, and was receiving the guests who came to mourn in an orderly manner.

Murong Lin looked like he was aged in his teenage years, and he didn't move or speak, and kept sitting in the corner holding Yang Xi's relics.

Perhaps, people only know what regret is when they are completely lost.

He never dared to tell her that he knew he was wrong and he had regretted it long ago.

Over the years, he often dreamed of their youth.

She sat in front of the window to draw a design draft. The sun was bright outside the window, and the smile on her face was brighter than the sun outside the window.

I also dreamed that she had insomnia and had a headache, and pestered him to sing.

She disliked his singing for being rude and out of tune, but she fell asleep in his arms.

Every time I wake up from a dream, Murong Lin’s heart is empty.

How great would it be if, if I could live in my dream forever.

They have been together all their lives, even if they have no children, as long as they can stay by her side, watch her laugh, and make trouble with her, and reach out to embrace her, he will be content.

Unfortunately, there is no Yang Xi in this world anymore, and only a cold photo in his arms is held.

After Yang Xi was buried, they stayed in the cemetery until evening, and Murong Lin returned home with Murong Yubin.

Murong Yubin was extremely deep, wearing a black suit and a mourning belt on his arms.

He entered the door with Yang Xi's photo and met Zhang Meng and Murong Yuwei and her daughter.

Zhang Meng was holding a suitcase in her hand, and she was obviously coming back to pack her things.

This woman has always been very good at judging the situation.

In the past, she refused to leave, but now Murong Yuwei has caused such a big disaster, so she runs away quickly.

Murong Yubin's eyes slowly landed on the suitcase that Zhang Meng was carrying.

The box is not big, but it looks heavy, and it should contain all Zhang Meng's belongings.

Murong Yubin once heard Mrs. Murong accidentally say that Zhang Meng’s family is from an ordinary family and has younger brothers and sisters who are studying at home, and the burden is very heavy.

When she married into the Murong family, she only brought a few pieces of clothes and supplies.

And after being Mrs. Murong for these years, she must have made a fortune.

"Yubin, you're back."

Zhang Meng had a false smile on her face and lamented, "A person cannot be resurrected when he dies, so mourn you.

It’s all my fault for not taking good care of Yuwei, and letting her run out and make trouble.

But she is your sister after all, and she is young and ignorant. Don’t blame her.”

Murong Yubin stared at Zhang Meng and Murong Yuwei, who were like a bloodthirsty beast, could pounce on him and bite him to death at any time.

He didn't believe that Zhang Meng was innocent at all. Murong Yuwei dared to go to the wedding to make a big fuss, and there must be Zhang Meng's instigation or even help.

Under Murong Yubin's forced gaze, Zhang Meng was somewhat afraid, and subconsciously grabbed the suitcase in her hand.

However, Murong Yuwei obviously did not inherit her mother's scheming and demeanor, and she was very brave.

She glanced at the filial belt on Murong Yubin's arm and the portrait in her hand, curled her lips, and said sarcastically: "Murrong Yubin, wouldn't you change a set of clothes before you enter the door? Is it bad to come back from the cemetery?

Also, why did you bring back the photo of this woman?

Do you think my mother is dead? My mother is the legitimate Mrs. Murong, the mistress of this family! A mistress, even if she dies, she will not be able to enter the house...ah!"
Chapter completed!