Rong Zhi, a dumb girl: the warlord husband loves her

Chapter 199 Extra Story - Qin Yu

In a blink of an eye, Feng'er was already five years old.

Four years have passed since that incident happened.

Xiaozhi and I also lost contact for two years.

At the very beginning, she would send letters every year when Feng'er and I celebrated our birthdays, with postcards inside, depicting mountains and rivers.I know that she is traveling the world, trying to force herself to forget some things with mediocre steps.

But later, the number of postcards gradually decreased, and letters were no longer mailed.

These years, I often think about one thing, if I am not Lu Chongning's fiancée, is it possible for Xiao Zhi to be with him.

I will marry Yingbo, and she will marry Chongning.

We are still a pair of good sisters, we gather together to watch theaters and knit sweaters in our free time, and we also want to make baby kisses for our children.

I think I must be a good mother-in-law.

I often show Feng'er pictures of Xiao Nian, with her big black eyes, and when she smiles, there are two dimples embedded in her mouth.

If she was still alive, she must be a little beauty now, as her mother was when she was a child.

I often say to Feng'er, it would be great if she was alive, if she were alive, you would definitely like her very much.

As I spoke, I burst into tears as I spoke.

My daughter-in-law is gone.

Every Qingming Festival, Yingbo and I will go to Mianyi to pay homage.

He paid homage to Xu Fanyi, and I paid homage to Ji Nian.

In fact, I don't want to see Xu Fanyi at all, not even in the grave.

I hate him, I hate him for forcing Xiao Zhi to find out, and I hate him for killing Ji Nian.

On the day of memorial service, we will always meet Professor Fu, that handsome and charming man, who is now covered with horizontal scars and has lost his former charm.

We burn incense and place offerings together.

He still had the habit of burning a floral dress in front of Ji Nian's grave.

One style per year, never the same.

In addition to our offerings, a bouquet of gardenias will also be placed in front of the graves of Xiao Nian and Xu Fanyi.

I know that Rong Zhi has been here, because no one will come to pay homage to Xu Fanyi except us.

That bloody man has long been forgotten by the world.

But the sacrificial gardenia failed to appear on the third Qingming Festival.

Actually I know, I've always known.

She will not come again.

On the last postcard sent to my home, there were paintings of mountains and rivers, with dark red blood stains sticking to the setting sun in the west.

My little Zhi, my dearest friend.

Never again.

(End of this chapter)