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"I know I have done too many wrong things before and dare not ask for your forgiveness, but I still want to say 'sorry' to you, sister, I know I was wrong."

Song Qianxi was flattered.

Just before Qiao Yexin's verdict came down, Song Mianmian's comic company closed down due to the influence of the plagiarism incident. She pursed her lips and said quietly, "Don't think that I will take back the plagiarized words just because of an apology."

In her opinion, it was impossible for Song Mianmian to simply apologize.

Ji Moyang defended Song Mianmian, "Qianxi, Mianmian really came to apologize to you. She realized her mistake, and I hope you will give her a chance to reform herself."

Song Qianxi looked at the groveling Song Mianmian, was stunned for a long while, and said, "Okay, I forgive you, but I can't get along with you peacefully, please don't appear in front of me in the future."

Song Mianmian's smile froze, and she nodded weakly, "Okay."

Before leaving, Ji Moyang suddenly asked: "Qian Xi, have you ever thought about finding your biological parents?"

Song Qianxi pursed her lips, Chu Muhan asked the same question last time, she shook her head, "Now I'm doing fine by myself, just let it be, maybe they will live better without me. "

She has no disabilities and is in good health but was orphaned for no reason.

Song Qianxi guessed three possibilities, one is the death of both parents, the other is to abandon her directly, and the third is to be trafficked.

Either way, she was relieved.

After getting a reply, Ji Moyang hesitated to take out his mobile phone and call Shen Yubai, "You can investigate."

Shen Yubai hummed indifferently.

Song Mianmian guessed uncertainly, "Do you think my sister has something to do with the Shen family?"

Ji Moyang nodded, "Aunt Shen gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix twins, and I don't know why they lost them later."

Song Mianmian covered her mouth in surprise, the Shen family in Yancheng, a scholarly family, is very prestigious in Yancheng.

If it has something to do with the Shen family, Song Qianxi's fate would be great.

……

Song Qianxi abided by the agreement and took Han Ziqi's body from the police station and sent it to the funeral parlor for cremation.

In just over half an hour, a person instantly turned into a handful of ashes.

After talking on the phone with Han Ziqi's parents, Song Qianxi set a time to bring Han Ziqi's ashes home a week later. From a long distance away, she saw relatives of the Han family who were dressed in sackcloth and filial piety waiting downstairs to greet her.

The moment Song Qianxi came down with the ashes, Han Ziqi's parents rushed forward and cried loudly. At that moment, her heart was also in pain like a tear, and her face turned pale inch by inch.

There is no ritual, and he is buried directly in the cemetery, everything is kept simple.

Everyone held a chrysanthemum and placed them in front of the tombstone one by one in an orderly manner. After everyone left, Song Qianxi was still stuck in place like a telegraph pole, motionless.

She knelt down, looked at Han Ziqi's young face in front of the tombstone, stroked it lightly, and murmured, "Ziqi, Qiao Yexin was sentenced to 15 years in prison. I don't know if this is what you want to see."

But Song Qianxi knew that this was not what she wanted to see.

She burst into tears, how she wished that time could turn back, that Han Ziqi wasn't forced to leave work early that day, that Qiao Yexin wasn't dismissed, and that when she recruited assistants, she just passed the two of them.

In this way, all tragedies will not appear.

She sat in front of the tombstone, from day to night.

At night, the quiet cemetery can hear the sound of needles falling, and the sound of the car turning off is faintly heard.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of footsteps, gradually drifting away, and finally stopped behind him.

She raised her head, and under the moonlight, there stood a handsome man.

Song Qianxi said hoarsely, "Chu Muhan, I'm so sad."