He even died without even the woman he loved most.
Jing Jiaren is hot-headed and cannot let Luo Lei leave so coldly...
She suddenly thought of something and walked out suddenly: "You guys wait for me, I'll go to a place and I'll be back right away. Wait for me, you must wait for me!"
"The car is already waiting below. According to his instructions before his death, he must be resuscitated within 5 hours after the failed operation. He said he did not want his body to stay alone in this world for too long..."
Jing Jiaren looked at the time. Two hours had passed and there were still three hours left.
It takes more than an hour's drive from here to Luo Lei's residence...
"Can't you delay the time?"
"I'm sorry, we are acting in accordance with the contract... You are not his relative, you have no power of entrustment and cannot interfere with our handling of his funeral..."
Jing Jiaren was silent for a moment: "You go to the crematorium first, I will come back within the specified time."
In the darkroom of Luo Lei's apartment, there were so many heart-warming photos.
Those are all Luo Lei's treasures...
She wanted to sort out all the photos and burn them into ashes together with Luo Lei's body.
Jing Jiaren ran forward quickly, with the sound of wind blowing on both sides.
…
"hiss……"
Wen Xinnuan frowned. The eyebrow pencil knife scratched the tender skin, and a faint trace of blood flowed out.
She wiped it off with a tissue.
What's going on? Why am I so distracted from doing anything today?
The wind suddenly picked up, and the scarlet curtains were blown away, like red waves of blood.
Wen Xinnuan suddenly saw a figure standing there...
She frowned, as if Luo Lei's long slanting shadow was leaning there, with an unshakable face like Mr. Bao, looking at her viciously:
[Stupid woman, it’s going to rain, close the windows quickly!]
[You have a cold, I can’t spare you!]
Wen Xin Nuanqing couldn't help but get up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Just the strong wind blew her long hair, as if a hand was gently stroking her face.
She reached out to hold the hand, but her hand lay empty on her cheek.
Nothing...
My heart aches like crazy.
She took a deep breath, closed the floor-to-ceiling window, and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window with her back in exhaustion, sweating in her vest.
…
In the apartment, arrogant flames swept through the apartment. Jing Jiaren opened the car door in shock and saw Luo Lei's floor was swept by the fire.
There was a siren sounding behind me. The police and fire brigade probably received the call and rushed over...
The open space under the apartment was filled with people watching the excitement, all of whom lived nearby.
Jing Jiaren's hands and feet were cold and caught fire. How could it be such a coincidence?
There were so many houses, but only Luo Lei's residence was burned down!
The arrogant flames roared and burned more and more fiercely - was it Ji Ziang who did it? He wanted to destroy everything about Luo Lei?
Jing Jiaren's heart surged with overwhelming anger.
The cell phone in her bag rang, and she picked it up numbly. It was a call from the assistant team: "Miss, we have arrived at the crematorium. Are you still coming?"
Jing Jiaren murmured twice: "I'm downstairs in his apartment, and there's a fire here."
"Oh, that's what I asked people to do."
"What?!"
"This is Mr. Peloron's explanation..."
Did Luo Lei do it? Luo Lei asked them to burn everything, why?!