She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 969 Bei Qing must want to see you again
Yun Ci asked, "Is Shen Zhiyu okay?"

Xia Beiqing’s death must have been such a fatal blow to him.

He Jiayi was silent for a while, then replied: "I don't know how to describe it. You will know when you see it later."

The car stopped in front of the apartment door.

Yun Ci got out of the car and looked up.

The door of the apartment was not closed. The simple funeral was held in the apartment. The living room was dead silent. Large white flowers were hung. Xia Beiqing's portrait was placed on the top. In the photo, he was still smiling, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and his smile was as bright as the sun.

Shen Zhiyu fell to the ground, facing the portrait, holding a porcelain jar in his arms, which should be Xia Beiqing's ashes.

Yun Ci walked in and saw Shen Zhiyu's expression, then he understood what He Jiayi meant by not knowing how to describe it.

Shen Zhiyu seemed to have aged a lot overnight, with faint silver strands visible among his black hair. However, there was no sign of pain or sadness on his face, not even a trace of emotion. His face was surprisingly calm to the point of being frightening.

He did not look at Xia Beiqing's portrait, nor did he look at the urn in his arms. His eyes behind the lenses were dull and empty, and no one knew what he was looking at.

It was not until he heard Yun Ci's footsteps that he turned around, twisted his head stiffly, and looked at Yun Ci. There was nothing but darkness in his dim eyes.

"You're here..." Shen Zhiyu's voice was very hoarse, light and weightless: "Bei Qing... must want to see you again."

Yun Ci looked at the urn in Shen Zhiyu's arms, her heart felt like it was hit hard by a fist, she couldn't breathe. She had been prepared long before coming here, but at this moment, everything collapsed.

The last time I saw him, he was still sitting in a wheelchair. He was still smiling and holding a pen, writing on the paper stroke by stroke.

When we met again, he had turned into a pile of ashes, trapped in this dark and small jar, never seeing the light of day.

Yun Ci slowly squatted down and stretched out her hand towards Shen Zhiyu. Shen Zhiyu understood what she meant and slightly loosened the urn in his arms.

Yun Ci hugged the urn tightly, but the urn was cold, and no matter how tightly she hugged it, it seemed impossible to warm it up. It seemed like she hadn't heard a young man calling her sister-in-law so eagerly for a long time.

Jun Duonuan once said that they were a happy trio.

This trio eventually broke up.

Aunt Liu kept crying and took all the responsibility on herself.

"Ms. Yun Ci, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone out. If I had taken good care of Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia wouldn't have..."

Yun Ci shook his head slightly, but he couldn't speak, not a single word.

At daybreak, Yun Ci walked into Xia Beiqing's room. Nothing inside had been moved. There were papers and pens on the bedside table, and slippers placed beside the bed. It was as if Xia Beiqing was still there, as if he would push his wheelchair into the room in the next second.

just like…

There is no more like that.

"When will the burial be?" Yun Ci asked He Jiayi.

He Jiayi replied: "It's not confirmed yet."

Yun Ci was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to take Bei Qing back."

He Jiayi nodded: "Zhiyu has the same idea as you, and also wants to take him home, but I think it's not appropriate to go back now. I won't bury him for now. I'll take the ashes back after some time."

"Mr. Jun has fallen down." Yun Ci suddenly said this for no reason.

(End of this chapter)