The clouds outside the window changed little by little, the sunlight fell to the ground one by one, and the sad dusk rolled up the hellish blackness quietly.
Wang Aoshuang lay on Ling Ang, telling the past over and over again, missing the passing times.
I kept talking until my voice was hoarse, and I kept talking until my god was exhausted...
No one knew that she had said many words, no one knew how many tears she had shed, only that her cold body was as empty as petrified, and she had never moved.
On the day Ling Ang’s funeral, the sky in Sydney was particularly dark.
The dark clouds were covered with strong winds, and it seemed that God was also telling the sorrow of this hero who died young.
Snow-white flowers bloomed and fell slowly around the coffin like the tears of the sky, surrounding Ling Ang and covering his handsome face.
Black umbrellas floated in the rain, covering his soul that was about to fall into the ground.
Rows of people in black suits stood in front of the cemetery and gave him his final farewell.
The strong wind swept the heavy rain, blowing down the remaining flowers all over the ground, and amassed in the ethereal and cold cemetery.
Wang Aoshuang cried without tears, like a hollowed-out tree stump, standing quietly on the mourning land of a foreign country.
Perhaps it was the pain that was extremely painful, so any expression was no longer an expression, and any pain was no longer a pain. She stood there quietly, like a bronze statue that was attacked yellow.
But who knows that all her tears fall into her heart.
Just like the Sydney sky, the wind and rain are shaking and the sky is in chaos.
She felt like the falling flowers flying in the wind and rain, floating with the flowing water, and buried in the gray soil with Ling Ang's clear soul.
The wind and rain were getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by the thunder that resounded through the sky, and the shiny lightning teared the sky into two.
This foreign land roars and dark clouds surging.
Rows of people are letting the wind and rain blow in the rain, and they are reluctant to leave for a long time...
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Since that day, Wang Aoshuang has been surprisingly quiet every day.
At the beginning, Jerry and Zheng Yan were afraid that she would do stupid things, so they sent people to stay by her side 24 hours a day, and monitored her behavior through camera every minute and every second.
However, Wang Aoshuang has always been very calm, and she packed Ling Ang’s relics in the villa with Lan Ru every day.
She wiped every item from Ling Ang cleanly and placed it intact, and cared for it like a historical relics.
She picked all the Phalaenopsis in the villa, dried them one by one, and put them into a bag.
She remembered that he told him that he would collect enough 999 bottles and then use them to propose to her.
On the day the two got married, he would scatter these Phalaenopsis on the red carpet and accompany them to their path to happiness.
She will fulfill his unfulfilled wish for him.
Before he could divorce Zuo An before he was born, he had left and his marriage with Zuo An would no longer exist, so he was now free.
She would treat herself as his wife and fulfill an unfinished wish for him.
She still receives emails in her mailbox.
Every time she saw the words of the email, she was heartbroken. Every time she felt that she had experienced a thousand years of destruction, which made her so painful that she could not wake up.
"Aoshuang, how are you doing today? Today I went to Bonn, Germany for a business trip. The Ryan River here is beautiful. Every scenery is like a picturesque medieval Roman town. There are large turquoise grapes on both sides of the shore.
Every landscape in the garden is a man-made nature, quiet and romantic. This is also the hometown of the great musician Beethoven, full of grace and tranquility. In the future, when I have time, I will definitely come here with you to experience this.