Sweet Love Reborn: Mu Ye Chasing His Wife Crematorium

Chapter 629
Luo Wanning knelt down to pick up the small white flowers all over the ground, but among these elegant and white flowers, she found a few small pink flowers.

She remembered reading from her mother's diary:
The white baby's breath symbolizes watching love and willing to play a supporting role, while the pink baby's breath symbolizes the spreading longing.

She said that Luo Mingyuan never knew that her favorite color was actually pink.

"Luo Mingyuan~"

The man who hadn't gone far stopped when he heard the sound, and turned around with a sad face.

Luo Wanning picked up the most inconspicuous bunch of small pink flowers and strode towards the other party.

"Why is there pink?"

Luo Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why a small bunch of pink would cause such a big reaction from his daughter!
"Any questions?"

"Answer me! She obviously likes white, why add pink?"

"No, she likes pink best!"

Luo Wanning frowned slightly and waited for an explanation.

But the other party didn't intend to speak again, and turned around and strode away.

"Wanwan, what's the matter?" Mu Shihan walked over and asked softly.

Luo Wanning looked at the direction of someone's departure with complicated emotions. She didn't know why those pink flowers touched her so much.

After a while, she shook her head.

"It's nothing."

The dark clouds over the cemetery became denser, and the sky gradually darkened.

Luo Wanning sat on the floor, leaning against the stone tablet and telling the story of Feng Qingru.

Of course, these are only learned from her diary.

"I used to be very similar to my mother, treating the person I like, even if I hit the south wall, I will not look back.

"If the obsession is too deep, the damage will be deeper."

As she spoke, she looked back at the photo on the eye tablet.

The girl in the photo is very young, with a smile brighter than Chaoyang on her face.

Luo Wanning also smiled slightly.

The result of hitting the south wall without looking back was at the cost of his life.

She was thinking: Feng Qingru is not as lucky as herself.

If she was reborn like herself, she should never sleep here now.
Mu Shihan listened quietly to her telling the story, and sometimes raised his head to look at the dark clouds above his head.

"Wanwan, it's going to rain!" He reminded.

Hearing the sound, Luo Wanning looked up at the dark sky, then stood up and said, "Well, let's go back!"

Before they could go down the mountain, a cold rain poured down.

When the two went down the mountain and returned to the car, they were already drowned.

Mu Shihan took out a tissue and frantically wiped her hair.

"Wanwan, you are not Feng Qingru, and I am not Luo Mingyuan, we are different from them.

"Give me time to prove it, okay?"

These words were said inadvertently, as if with an aura of conquering people's hearts.

Luo Wanning avoided his scorching gaze, raised her eyes and glanced out the window.

The heavy rain has blurred the glass and blurred the vision.

"Late night."

"Cold, hurry back!"

The man's lips moved, but he stopped talking when he saw her pale face.

He started the car and left.

Not long after leaving the cemetery, the rain became heavier.

In order to drive safely, Mu Shihan slowed down the car very slowly.

He focused on the road ahead, ignoring the girl beside him with a painful expression.

When the car was about to arrive at the hotel, there was a sudden low sobbing sound in the car.

Mu Shihan's heart sank, and he glanced at his side from the corner of his eye.

Immediately afterwards, the car made a loud "bang".

The two bowed to the front of the car at the same time.

Two cars rear-end on a traffic-jammed road.

Immediately, a young female driver got down from the hit POLO car.

She came over with an umbrella and knocked on the window.

Nothing happened.

The female driver walked around to the front of the car and looked into the car from the front windshield, but was blinded by the two people in the car.

It turned out to be this kind of person, no wonder he can still rear-end in this traffic state!

"Crooked, traffic police squadron? I want to call the police."

(End of this chapter)