She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 946 His Lishu will never wake up again
It was unknown how long it had been, but Song Lishu, who was buried under the loess, gradually emerged, first her legs, then her hands, and finally her head.

Song Lishu was lying in the grave.

Her skin was pale, and under the moonlight, it looked faintly blue, and there was a piercing stench.

After so much time had passed, her body had begun to rot, and some parts had turned into pus, revealing her white bones. Dense swarms of insects and ants were attached to her skin, gnawing at her flesh.

Song Lishu's eyes were closed, his cheeks were sunken, and his once smooth hair became dry and began to fall out.

A deadly aura lingered around her.

She was already dead, a corpse that was about to turn into bones.

Huo Baiyuan fished Song Lishu out of the yellow earth and actually hugged her tightly in his arms. He used his hands to sweep away the worms on Song Lishu's body and gently wiped off the yellow earth on her cheeks.

It was not until then that Huo Baiyuan realized that the woman in his arms was so thin, almost skin and bones. Her body was cold and stiff, and her chest no longer rose and fell, as if she was holding a stone.

She is dead.

Huo Baiyuan had to admit it.

She was really dead.

"Lishu..." Huo Baiyuan stroked Song Lishu's cold face with trembling hands. This time, no matter how much he shouted, he could not wake her up.

Huo Baiyuan hugged Song Lishu tightly and buried his head deeply in Song Lishu's body. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell one by one. He sobbed like an abandoned child, crying: "Lishu... Lishu..."

This is his glass book.

The glass book that he had forgotten.

"I remember it, Lishu..." Huo Baiyuan held Song Lishu's face, tears streaming down his face, begging: "I remember it all, can you wake up? Can you..."

Can I look at him again, can I smile at him again?
Even if you scold him or beat him.

But he knew that Song Lishu would not.

No matter what he did wrong, she always had a smile of indulgence on her lips, giving him all her tenderness. She would only say to him: "It's okay, A Yuan."——

The closed car was filled with a rotten smell that made people feel nauseous. Qin Miao covered his mouth and nose with one hand, held the steering wheel with the other, and looked back through the rearview mirror.

Huo Baiyuan was sitting in the back row, still holding Song Lishu's body tightly in his arms. His eyes were still red, and his pale face showed no emotion at all.

After returning to the Huo family, Huo Baiyuan carried Song Lishu into the room.

Qin Miao looked at Huo Baiyuan's departing back, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

In the room, Huo Baiyuan did not turn on the lights, as if he was afraid of waking up Song Lishu in his arms. He sat on the cold ground beside the bed, hugging Song Lishu tightly, and there was no movement. He fell into silence for a long time.

Early in the morning, the servants passed by Huo Baiyuan's room and covered their mouths and noses.

"What's that unpleasant smell?"

“It feels like something is rotten.”

"It floated out from the eldest young master's room."

"Hurry up and clean up the young master's room."

"The door was locked and no one answered when I knocked."

Not long after, Qin Miao walked into the Huo family's gate, and several workers carrying a rectangular object followed behind Qin Miao.

Qin Miao instructed them: "Carry it to the second floor."

The thing cannot be covered up and it is impossible to tell what it is.

The servants watched secretly and gathered together to discuss.

(End of this chapter)