"Give Youen to me and you go drive." Dao Chen ordered Mu Tianqi to give him Youen's urn, and also handed his car keys to Mu Tianqi.
Mu Tianqi didn't move for a long time, and the housekeeper behind came forward and said to Mu Tianqi: "Master, Miss Youen needs to be laid to rest. The time is almost up, we'd better set off."
What Youen needs is to be buried in peace? But he can't keep her so selfishly, can he?
In the end, Mu Tianqi slowly handed the urn to Dao Chen, took Dao Chen's car keys, closed his eyes and tears flowed out again, and turned away to prevent others from seeing his tears.
Tears seeped into my mouth, it was so bitter.
When Dao Chen took You En's urn, tears also fell down. He didn't expect that the last thing he saw of her was her urn. There was a photo of her during her lifetime attached to the urn. She was smiling with bright eyes and white teeth.
So beautiful and moving.
The feeling of pain simply cannot describe how everyone felt at this time. The feeling was really suffocating, as if I had been stabbed many times and thrown into the sea. The seawater penetrated the wound and the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe.
, the pain was so painful that I couldn’t cry out.
"Tianqi, Chen, and Youen need to be buried in peace, so we'd better leave." Ji Lanjin looked at the two of them and said the words. Although she knew that maybe she shouldn't say this, she had to say it.
Mu Tianqi silently opened Dao Chen's car and got in. Dao Chen also sat on the passenger seat. Dao Chen held the box in his arms like a treasure and kept stroking the photo with his fingers.
Tears still kept dripping down.
Youmi and Ji Lanjin also sat in the back, and the car started and started moving.
Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was as low as zero, no one said a word, and each other was silent. Silence was better than every word, and this was how they got along at this time.
This road was blocked by Mu Tianqi's order. On the entire road, only this silver-white Maserati was driving quietly on it, while the surrounding trees and orchids quickly retreated.
Where the car passed, purple-red orchid petals were flying along the way. Pieces of purple-red floated up, spinning in the air, spinning around, and fell down after a while, lying softly and quietly.
When I got there, it was as if no one had ever been on this road before.
Half an hour later, the car stopped steadily at the beach, and this sea was called the Sea of Dreams in Y City.