The next thing she saw was Yan Youcheng's extremely familiar face.
There was no blood stain, nor was there any frightening green ash. There was only a faint white without any color. Other than that, it was the same as usual.
The once young and handsome face was now covered in wrinkles and looked as old as a piece of tree bark.
He was also wearing a brand new shroud and was lying down gracefully.
He looked as if he had fallen asleep... ...
In a trance, long Qingxin really wanted to push the person in the coffin and call him an old bastard. He actually dared to pretend to be dead and lie to her!
But after that thought flashed through her mind, the only thing left in the bottom of her heart was an endless emptiness and a suffocating loneliness and sadness.
Yan Youcheng was really dead.
He would never open his eyes to look at her again, nor would he ask if she was doing well... ...
When the tears that she could not hold back flowed down her cheeks again and again, Long Qingxin knew that all the years of stubbornness she had been putting up was just to put up a brave front.
She was still in love with him.
The Love was deep, and the responsibility was heavy.
Otherwise, how could the anger in her heart not disappear after dozens of years?
"Forget it, forget it. In the end, you are still ahead of me... " with a soft sob, long Qingxin suddenly felt her legs go weak. She could only use her hands to support the coffin. With tears in her eyes, she withdrew her gaze and didn't dare to look at Yan Youcheng anymore.
She hated him for half of her life and blamed him for half of her life, but what happened in the end?
She didn't get anything in return for half of her lonely life and this lifeless corpse.
Long Qingxin turned around. Her legs were no longer strong, and she fell onto a chair at the side, feeling lost.
"Old Madam... " The servant next to her called out in a worried voice, but long Qingxin waved her hand and sat still, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
After Long Qingxin walked to the side, Yan Qing, who had been kneeling in front of the spirit, stood up and walked slowly to the coffin to cover Yan Youcheng's coffin.
When he came back, he found an undertaker to fix Yan Youcheng's face and put on clean clothes for him.
He knew that his proud father would not like him to be dirty, and he would not want to appear in such a poor state in front of the woman he loved... ...
The moment the coffin lid fell, Yan Qing's eyes reddened again.
From then on, he was really alone, without a parent.
While he was grieving, Long Qingxin's voice suddenly reached his ear, "where is Yan Jun? "
Yan Qing then turned around, adjusted his breathing, and replied, "He went to the Lu family. "
" ... " Long Qingxin's eyes were still filled with tears, but she still did not lose her mind. She calculated the current situation and said, "ask him to come back. "
"this... " Yan Qing paused slightly and looked at long Qingxin in surprise.
"Ask him to come back. " Long Qingxin emphasized her tone, but it sounded full of helplessness. "and AH Sheng, the few of you, send this old thing to the grave first. "
After hearing this, Yan Qing's eyes froze slightly, and he looked at long Qingxin in disbelief... ...
Did she just say that she wanted him and Yan Jun to send their father to the grave together?
She, she actually... ... Did she not hate him anymore ? ?
Yan Qing's heart suddenly felt heavy, as if it was filled with something all of a sudden.
From the time he could remember, his father had brought him back to the Yan family.
At that time, Long Qingxin had already returned to Qingxin Garden, and Yan Qing had not seen long Qingxin at all.
He had not seen her in person, but in his father's study, there were countless photos, and it was always the same woman on them.
All kinds of styles, all kinds of colors of Qipao, and a smile full of confidence. She was really graceful and charming, and could topple Kingdoms and cities.
In addition to these photos, there is the whisper of his father in his sleep, "Qingxin, Qingxin... "