Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

"Why? Why wasn't I the one who died? Ah?"

Why should all the disasters fall on Yang Rong and Xin Miaomiao? Isn't the suffering of these decades not enough?Not enough?

There was no one in the silent square, only the cries and kowtows of Xin Furong.

A white figure came in the distance and stopped two meters away from her.

He just looked at his own sister kneeling in front of the fountain so indifferently, crying heartbreakingly, without any emotional change in his eyes, as if he was a wooden man.

As long as Xin Furong knelt there and cried, he stood behind and watched for a long time.

It wasn't until Xin Furong was about to stand up unsteadily that he walked up slowly and supported her.

Xin Furong turned her head and saw the familiar face, her heart felt sad again, but at this time she couldn't cry anymore.

She looked at Xin Ziwen and said, "Brother, Aunt Yang Rong is also dead."

She lowered her head, looked at the pool of blood she had knocked out on the ground, and muttered to herself: "Miao Miao is dead, Aunt Yang Rong is also dead, they are all dead, why am I still alive? Why?"

"None of this is your fault." Xin Ziwen said.

Xin Furong shook her head weakly, and closed her eyes: "If possible, I would really trade my life for them."

Hearing this, Xin Ziwen didn't say anything, but hugged the weak Xin Furong in his arms.

He really wanted to comfort her, after all, this younger sister was the only one who could be regarded as close to him, Xin Ziwen, but... But he was no longer the original Xin Ziwen, even his smile was just a pull of skin and flesh, let alone Said to comfort her.

So he could only hug her and pat her on the back, which could be regarded as silent comfort.

"Go back?" he asked, frowning at the scar on her forehead.

"No need, I still have to go to the hospital. Anyway, tomorrow's wedding has been cancelled, so there's nothing else to do. I'm just asking you to make this trip."

"What nonsense, we are brothers and sisters." Xin Ziwen reprimanded her angrily, and patted her on the shoulder again.

The two walked to the hospital together, but when they reached the hospital gate, he didn't go in, but stood at the gate and watched her go in.

In the hospital, Yang's family has already arranged for Yang Rong's funeral, and the mourning hall is also ready, just waiting for the body to be transported there.

This night, the Yang family stayed up all night, and the next day was the farewell meeting for Yang Rong's body.

Yang's father and Yang's mother came out of the hospital in a very bad spirit, but they still had to send their daughter away in person.

Mo Ziqi never left. Standing in the side hall of the mourning hall, he looked at the person in black who came in to bid farewell, his eyes were deep and devoid of any emotion.

After noon, there were fewer people coming to say goodbye for the time being, Xin Xiaotian was supported by Xin Furong and walked to Mo Ziqi's side.

Xin Xiaotian aged ten years overnight, and the hair on his temples became quite grey.

His eyes were red from the boil.

He staggered to the front of Mo Ziqi, raised his head, looked at this man who was already invincible in his aura, and asked hoarsely, "Can Miao Miao come again?"

Regardless of whether it was really the reincarnation of Xin Miaomiao, Xin Xiaotian hoped that it could come to send Yang Rong off.

"I will arrange it." Mo Ziqi said.

In fact, he had just called Lu Hanfan before, but Lu Hanfan told him that Fat Cat had never woken up since he fainted last night.