HiLittle Wife

Chapter 1222 Don't Forget Me (4)

He has been in this position for nearly two hours, lifeless like a puppet.

She glanced away, sighed in her heart, and walked away silently...

For Mu Tingchen, these two hours were simply torture.

My heart hurts, my whole body hurts, as if I have experienced a century, and every second is suffering.

Finally, at 12:30, Prison Jinsi came out holding the urn.

The servants all burst into tears when they saw the urn, and Mrs. Mei, supported by two butlers, also burst into tears.

Mu Tingchen looked at the picture of Ning'an in prison in the urn, the girl's sweet smile was like a knife, pierced deeply into his heart, the heart seemed to be dug out alive, and he was in so much pain...

"She hopes that you will see her off for the last time." Secretary Jin Jin handed the urn into his hands.

Mu Tingchen held it like a thousand pieces of gold. He picked up the ring on the box and held it tightly in his hand.

The hard texture hurt his palm.

The man's arms trembled, and he endured it for a long time, but he couldn't control it. At this moment, the corners of his eyes were wet...

He turned around and walked out slowly, and everyone followed...

According to Qian Ning'an's last wish, the prison family did not bury her, not even a cemetery.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a yacht appeared in the sea with six people on board.

Prison Jin Si, four guards, and Mu Tingchen.

All six were wearing black suits with white silk flowers on their chests.

Today's weather is very good, although the temperature is only five degrees, but the sun is bright and there is no wind, it looks very warm.

The sea was calm, and the yacht broke through the waves, gliding across the blue water like a mirror.

Ten minutes later, the yacht stopped in the sea to the east, and you could see the island when you looked up, which was the base of the Jiaolong team.

Looking around, the sea and the sky are the same color, and the blue sea is blue.

The blue sky, white clouds, sea, and islands are so beautiful...

Mu Tingchen held the urn and didn't move for a long time, and everyone didn't urge him, giving him enough time.

After a long time, he looked down at the box.

"Ju Ning'an, listen carefully..." He leaned against the box, his voice was low and hoarse, like a torn silk brocade, with a faint tremolo, "I'm only saying this once, you have to listen carefully..."

He paused, his eyes were bloodshot.

Hearing these words, everyone behind them retreated and turned around, unable to bear to listen again...

"Ning'an..." Mu Tingchen stroked the urn, his voice was full of pain, and his throat was a little choked, "Ning'an, prison Ning'an, I love you..."

After the words fell, the man closed his eyes, the corners of which were soaked. When he opened them again, his handsome face was shockingly indifferent.

He opened the box and put his white-gloved hand into the box...

Mu Tingchen sprinkled the ashes into the sea. During the whole process, his face was expressionless, he was so desperate that he lost any consciousness, and his movements were mechanically dull.

When the last sliver of ashes fell into the sea, he held up his hand and did not put it down, staring at the sea with cold eyes.

"Prison Ning'an, goodbye..."

After a long time, he slowly put down his hands.

Mu Tingchen took out the ring from his pocket and faced the sun, the sunlight hit the man's face through the circle, making his eyes hard to open.

"Leave the ring..." Just as he was about to throw the ring into the sea, Prison Jinsi appeared behind him at some point and asked, "I want to put it on her altar."

Mu Tingchen did not express any objection, handed the ring to him, then stood there, staring at the endless sea, falling into endless contemplation...

It was inconvenient for everyone to disturb him, and they stood silently by their side until the sun went down...

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(End of this chapter)