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Mu walked to the bedside, stretched out a trembling hand, and touched Aine's ankle. Cold and hard were Mu's first thoughts. This was the first time she had faced death directly, but it was the death of a loved one.

Lixi bit her lips tightly until her mouth was filled with the taste of blood, and then she came to her senses.

Deng stared at Aine blankly. She had never thought that one day she would meet Aine in this way. Her legs could no longer bear the pressure and she fell backwards.

Fortunately, Hailing was standing next to her and held the lamp in time.

Chapter 401 Funeral

The early morning rain streaked across the stained glass windows. In the small hall of the funeral home, there were more empty benches than people sitting on them—the only people there were Aine's parents and the group of girls.

The pale light shone on the coffin. The small white coffin was surrounded by white flowers and stood alone on the steps.

A large bunch of lilies was placed on the coffin lid, with water droplets still on the petals, trembling slightly in the cold air. The white petals looked so serious and lifeless, which was completely unlike Aine's style - completely inconsistent with her sunny and cheerful personality.

Aine's parents sat in the first row. The black dresses they wore were chosen by Aine. At that time, Aine vowed that she believed in her aesthetic taste, and Aine's parents would naturally listen to their beloved daughter. However, the first important occasion they attended in this black dress was their daughter's funeral.

The hem of the black dress was covered in wrinkles caused by Aine's mother's hand-gripping, but she didn't care about that at the moment. The pastor was reciting the words mechanically.

Aine's father sat next to Aine's mother, his eyes fixed on the small white coffin, and he adjusted the buttons of his cuffs stiffly.

The pastor had not finished speaking yet. Xiangzi was sitting in the second row, quietly looking at the coffin on the steps. It seemed that because she had learned about Aine's death in the hospital before, or because she had already seen her mother's funeral, she did not cry this time.

With a pair of amber eyes without any brilliance, Xiangzi wanted to recall all the good things that had happened between her and Aine, but she couldn't do it - thinking became a luxury for Xiangzi.

She could only watch with her eyes, watching everything that happened in front of her, as if this way she could engrave the last time she and Aine were together deep in her mind.

Not only Xiangzi, but even Su Shi who was sitting next to Xiangzi did not shed a single tear. She didn't understand. It was the first time for her to experience such separation of life and death, but... she was very calm in her heart.

A pair of blue eyes stared at the coffin quietly. Su Shi knew very well in his heart that Aiyin was lying in the coffin. This pain should be hard to swallow, but his brain seemed to be telling himself on purpose that nothing had happened at all.

It seemed that everything was just Su Shi's imagination - imagining that this was just a dream before Ai Yin recovered...

A wet feeling spread to Su Shi's fingers. She lowered her head and found that the palm of her hand had been scratched by her nails at some point, and bright red blood covered her palm... She hadn't even noticed it.

Chu Hua's eyes were red. She knew in her heart that as long as she walked up and opened the coffin, she would be able to see Ai Yin again. But Chu Hua didn't dare to do so. She was afraid of seeing Ai Yin's pale face, a face that looked like a dead person...

Why? Why did it end like this? It was clearly the final stage of the surgery... If only, if only I could get through this, everything would be fine. Why did it turn out like this?

I do not understand.

Chuhua internally denies everything that's happening. Everyone's tried so hard... why did they still fail? Why was she treated so cruelly? She's not even an adult yet, and because of this disease... she's lost her future.

Miao Meng turned her face away, her eyes were red, and it seemed that she had cried not long ago.

Hailing sat next to Miao Meng, she lowered her head, not having the courage to look at the white coffin.

Chihaya Aine, Chihaya Aine...

Hailing repeated the name over and over in her mind. Suddenly, the pastor's voice stopped. She was stunned. When she came to her senses, the pastor slowly left.

Everyone knew that this was their final farewell to Aine.

Deng couldn't bear it any longer, she staggered to the stairs, tears falling in the air.

With a "thump", Deng fell to her knees and lay beside the coffin. In her hands, she held the stone that Aine gave her and her notebook.

Deng carefully placed the stone and notebook on the ground. She forced a smile. If you ignored the tears on her face, the smile was still acceptable: "Aine-chan... this is the moon you gave me... and my notebook. Inside... there are things I want to say to you. I hope you can see it."

Looking at Deng, no one spoke. They knew very well that Deng cherished the notebook, but for Aine, she was willing to give it up.

Li Xi walked up the steps. He hadn't stopped crying since he entered the auditorium. Of all the people present, Li Xi was the one crying the loudest.

In her hands, she held two cracked drumsticks, which she had been using. From the formation of mygo to the last performance, she had kept them with her. Similarly, today, she also brought these drumsticks with her.

Lixi slowly squatted down, her eyes blurred by tears. She could only rely on the touch of her hands to place her drumstick next to the coffin.

Mu sat on the other side of Xiangzi. After everyone said goodbye to Aine one by one, she did not move for a long time. She sat there quietly like a doll.

"Mu?" After Xiangzi finished saying goodbye, she looked at the dazed Mu in front of her and patted Mu's shoulder gently.

This time, Mu finally came to her senses. She slowly raised her head, her face already covered with tears. Mu tilted her head and said, "Xiangzi...what's wrong?"

"It's time for you to say goodbye to Xiao Ai."

Mu nodded, and stood up from the bench like a zombie. She walked up the stairs step by step, holding the two dolls that Aine gave her in her hands - these were her favorite things, and now, she wanted to return them to their original owners.

Mu slowly knelt aside and put the Mortis doll in her hand on the ground, but when she turned her head to look at the cucumber doll, a feeling of resistance burst out in her heart, and the tears in her eyes became even more intense.

Mu shook his head, his face full of rejection: "No... This is the last thing Aine-chan left for me... I don't want to... I don't want to be separated from it."

Seeing Mu like this, Xiangzi felt very sad. She walked to Mu's side, helped her up, and gently brushed the dust off her knees: "It's okay, Mu, then keep it. Xiaoai won't blame you."

Lenai sat behind everyone else. From the moment she entered the auditorium, her eyes had never left the coffin. She knew very well that Aine was lying in there, but she could no longer talk to her, and she could no longer listen to him playing the guitar...

Lenai's eyes were red. Today, she was very quiet and didn't say a word.

That day, Aine treated her to a casual matcha parfait, and she understood in her heart that it was Aine's farewell to her.

The rain was heavier than in the morning, like a layer of gray gauze, covering the entire cemetery. Water droplets slid down the black umbrellas and created small puddles on the bluestone slabs.

Su Shi looked at the newly erected tombstone expressionlessly. The lifelong promise between them had already been fulfilled by someone in advance.

Chapter 402 The Light I Once Picked Up

The December night sky was clear, a gradient of purple flowing from the distance to the horizon, with only the stars shining brightly. Starlight trickled down to the bare trees, following their shadows to the ground, illuminating the path ahead.

Three days have passed since the funeral. Death can make some people suddenly very busy, such as Su Shi and Chu Hua... But Deng didn't feel that way, so she came to the cemetery again today.

The newly turned soil in the cemetery was still damp, and a lot of things were piled up in front of Aine's tombstone - Riki's drumstick, Mu's doll, Xiangzi's bracelet... and her own notebook.

The stone named "Moon" that Aine gave him disappeared yesterday. Maybe it was thrown away by the cemetery manager - this is what Deng guessed.

"Aine-chan, I'm here again." Deng's voice was very gentle. She slowly squatted in front of Aine's tombstone and ran her fingers across it. The tombstone was very new, and Deng could clearly see a trace of stone chips on her fingers.

There is only a short line of words on the tombstone: Chihaya Aine (died at the age of seventeen). These few words are filled with Aine's life.

“Aine-chan… do you think I’m annoying?” Deng’s hand was reluctant to leave the tombstone. She gently stroked the tombstone, as if stroking Aine’s cheek. “I… have been here for three days. I’m sorry.”

Deng lowered his head: "I really miss you... I hope you don't find me annoying."

"The moon you gave me... is gone," Deng said with a face full of self-blame. It was clearly given to him by Aine-chan, such an important thing, but he failed to protect it well. "Aine-chan, I'm sorry. I picked up a lot of stones on campus again, and they look like the moon... Can you please not be angry?"

As he spoke, Deng placed his bag on the ground and took out stones one by one. Just as Deng said, the shapes and sizes of those stones were very similar to the one Aine had given her before. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't even tell if they were the same one.

The cold light in the cemetery shone on Deng, stretching her thin figure. After Deng took out all the stones from her bag, she tremblingly grabbed the stones and carefully stacked them in front of Aine's tombstone.

Deng stacked the stones very slowly, very slowly, completely different from the speed she used to stack them at school before she met Aine. It seemed that she was afraid of scaring Aine.

"Aine-chan, you...you tell me, actually...you are back in England, right?" Deng muttered to himself while stacking stones, but at this moment, the difficulty of stacking stones was far beyond Deng's imagination.

Originally, stacking stones was not difficult for him, but now it has become a luxury - he can't even put the second stone on.

"Snapped."

The stone fell to the ground again, and the slight sound it made seemed so harsh in this deserted cemetery.

“Aine-chan… do you remember that time when you asked us to go to the amusement park and the haunted house?” Deng forced a smile that was uglier than crying. “I was scared at the time and didn’t go, but now… I find that ghosts aren’t really that scary after all.”

As he spoke, Deng took another step closer to the tombstone in front of him: "Right, Aine-chan... it seems that the existence of ghosts is not bad..."

Deng leaned against Aine's tombstone, feeling the coldness coming from it. Deng felt that breathing was a little difficult.

If there are ghosts, that means... I can see you again, right?

Deng hugged the tombstone tightly, as if complaining: "Aine-chan, Xiaoxiang still didn't come to class today."

"Lixi...she's feeling very uncomfortable...she wants to cry. She knows I'll be here to see you for the next two days, so she told me...if I keep coming here to see you, I'll feel uncomfortable too." Deng shook his head gently, "No..."

“No, Aine-chan.” Deng’s voice was very gentle. “This is the only way I can see Aine-chan. I don’t feel bad at all, not at all…”

The light's voice grew fainter and fainter: "Nothing at all...nothing..."

Deng's eyes turned red, she continued to shake her head, her voice trembling: "No, Aine-chan... I'm not feeling bad..."

At the end of the speech, the trembling voice finally turned into soft sobs.

After crying for who knows how long, Deng gasped shakily, "Aine-chan...mygo is incomplete without you."

"Little Lenai has been sitting in RiNG these days. She no longer eats matcha parfaits or plays the guitar... She said that when you're not around, the guitar sounds empty and soulless."

"Sushi...I haven't seen her in the past few days, and neither have anyone in Mujica." Deng lowered his head, "Aine-chan, am I...useless?"

After a pause, Deng's eyes became hesitant: "Aine-chan... there's something I don't know whether I should tell you."

Looking at the tombstone, Deng's face was full of apology: "I'm sorry, Aine-chan... Today, Riki said she wanted to disband Mygo... She said that without you, Mygo would have no meaning. I don't know whether I should support her or not, and there's no news from Sushi either."

After saying that, Deng's tears fell again: "I'm sorry, Aine-chan... It was you who built mygo with your own hands, I should have protected it... In the end, I hesitated."

There was another round of quiet sobbing, Deng wiped the tears from his face and continued talking to Aine.

"Aine-chan, I feel like writing lyrics is so painful right now... Every time I see the lyrics, I think of mygo, and when I think of mygo... I think of you... But, I still want to write something for you, but I feel like it's so bad... It's really bad. I think, from now on... I won't write lyrics anymore. I'm sorry, Aine-chan."

After saying that, Deng took out a stack of sticky notes from his bag and placed them in front of Aine's grave. There were a few lines of words on them:

I once accidentally picked up a beam of light

I thought I could treasure it well

But did not expect

at sunset

Give it back to the sun

At that time

I realized that it was not my sun

But there was a time

That light really shines on me

I can feel its warmth and light

But...it's time to bury her

Deng stood up, her eyes fell on the yellow sticky note, and she was stunned for a long time. She seemed to have suddenly realized something, and hurriedly lay on the ground, took out a pen from her bag, crossed out the last line of words, and added a new sentence: No... She is my sun, always has been.

After doing all this, Deng slowly stood up. She looked at Aine's tombstone, took a deep breath, and stopped her trembling voice: "Aine-chan, good night, I'll come see you tomorrow."

The shadow of the lamp stretched out in the cold light until it disappeared in the cemetery.

In front of Aine's tombstone, there were scattered stones with lights not properly placed.

Chapter 403 No one will call me soyorin anymore

Compared with Deng, life in the Su world seems much more regular.

School and home were a straight line. She showed up on time for class, and when her classmates chatted with her, she responded with a smile. After school, she never stayed at school for a moment and rushed home without stopping.

It seems that Aine's death was just a dream for Su Shi, but it would be more accurate to say that Aine had never appeared in Su Shi's life than a dream.

Su Shi's current life is as if she had not experienced the blow of Aine's death a few days ago. Her life is very easy and free.

Even Mu was surprised by this situation.

When he got home, Su Shi habitually shouted, "I'm back."

"Welcome back." Su Shi's mother came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face. Today was the third day of her leave.

Su Shi's mother knew very well that Su Shi's current appearance was just a disguise. She was afraid that Su Shi would do something extreme because of Aine's death, so she specially took some time out to accompany Su Shi, hoping to help Su Shi get out of the haze as soon as possible.

"Mother." Su Shi nodded gently in response, "Are you cooking?"

"Yeah." Su Shi's mother nodded, "Su Shi, the clothes should be dry now. If you have nothing else to do, go and collect them."

"Okay." Su Shi put the bag on the sofa and turned to leave.

When Su Shi finished putting away the clothes, her mother had already laid out the food: "Let's eat."

》The dinner table was very quiet. Su Shi did not speak, but ate silently. After finishing her dinner hastily, she walked towards the kitchen with her bowl.

"Su Shi, just put the bowl here, mom will wash it later."

Hearing her mother's words, Su Shi paused. Without turning back, she uttered word by word, "Mom, I can brush it myself."

"You are too tired. Mom is here. You should go and have a rest." After saying that, Su Shi's mother took the bowl from her daughter's hand and went into the kitchen.

She looked at her free hands. Her orderly and well-behaved life was like a thread, but her mother's sudden action cut the thread.

Su Shi lost her direction for a moment. She didn't know what she should do or what she could do.

It has been four days since Aine's funeral. Su Shi doesn't quite remember how she got through these days. She only knows that her actions these days seemed to be driven by instinct, and she did a lot of things without realizing it.

This incident of Aiyin completely changed her life. The thing she once feared the most has now really happened to her.

Su Shi was the only one left in the huge living room. A sudden panic rushed into her heart. She had to do something - this thought came to her mind.