Chapter 154
Nan Zishu still remembered that she also asked "Ling Bei" in her dream.

In fact, Nan Zishu is not the kind of person who would put words like "love" and "love" on his lips, but now she is very eager to hear Ling Bei's promise to her.

"Silly girl." Ling Bei's voice was still warm and smiling in his impression: "I love you, and I will always love you."

Ling Bei's warm palm caressed Nan Zishu's stiff back, which was quite different from the cold feeling in the dream.

These real touches gradually let Nan Zishu out of the fear of the dream.

"Shu Shu, don't be afraid."

Ling Bei's comforting voice still has the power to make Nan Zishu let go of all anxiety and defenses as always: "When people are in a bad mood, they will especially have nightmares, because there are some related negative thoughts in the subconscious.

"And most of that doesn't happen."

"Won't it happen?" Nan Zishu murmured nervously.

"No." Ling Bei said with a gentle smile, "With me here, nothing bad will happen."

As if feeling that Nan Zishu's emotions were too tense, Ling Bei's tone was tinged with coaxing a child at the end: "Don't people say it all, dreams are reversed."

"Well, dreams are reversed."

As if the last sentence gave Nan Zishu a reassurance, she immediately hugged Ling Bei even more forcefully, and her voice even carried the feeling of being coquettish: "Ling Bei, can you let me hug you for a while?"

The girl's strength is always not that strong, Nan Zishu thought that the hug with all his strength was still a little soft to Ling Bei, so Ling Bei smiled, and subconsciously tightened his arms to respond to her: "I want to Hold on for as long as you want, and never let go.

"My arms were only prepared for you."

Nan Zishu, who had been comforted by Ling Bei, seemed to have stabilized a lot.

After Ren Qin prepared everything, Nan Zishu briefly sorted out Liu Ying's remains, and took Liu Ying to the funeral home in a special car.

Nan Zishu and Ling Bei also changed into black mourning clothes and drove there alone.

The funeral parlor is located on the mountain in the west of Anseong City, and it takes about an hour to drive there from the No.1 Civil Hospital.

It was past nine o'clock when the two left the hospital. Today's weather is not good, there is a drizzle in the sky, and the temperature in late autumn is gradually getting the chill of winter.

Nan Zishu took a last deep look at the No.1 Civilian Hospital. The standing inpatient building still had a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere like before, but the sporadic things that always supported her in Nan Zishu's heart. Hope has completely disappeared without a trace.

Finally, leave this place.

Ling Bei drove through the urban area that was still full of traffic today, and came to the western suburbs where both of them were relatively unfamiliar.

This side is home to the best funeral homes and cemeteries in Anseong.

Nan Zishu was indeed here for the first time, but Ling Bei was not.

He had been here about nine years ago, for his father's funeral.

That was the only time.

Ling Ganshan was actually buried in the Xishan Cemetery at the foot of the mountain, but in the nine years since his death, except for the funeral in the first year, Ling Bei never visited him again.

In the first two or three years, whenever Ling Qianshan's death day, Ching Ming Festival or birthday, Ling Bei had to do everything possible to find an excuse to refuse Fang Jiaming's request to see Ling Ganshan together.

(End of this chapter)

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