Author: Xiao Longyue

Nan Zishu still remembered that she also asked about "Ling Bei" in her dream.

In fact, Nan Zishu is not the kind of person who would put words like "love" and "love" on her lips, but now she is very eager to hear Ling Bei's promise to her.

"Silly girl." Ling Bei's voice still sounded gentle and smiling in the memory: "I love you, and I will love you forever."

Ling Bei's warm palm caressed Nan Zishu's stiff back, which was very different from the cold feeling in the dream.

These real touches gradually freed Nan Zishu from the fear of dreams.

"Shu Shu, don't be afraid."

Ling Bei's soothing voice still had the power as always to make Nan Zishu let go of all anxiety and defensiveness: "When people are in a bad mood, they especially have nightmares. That's because there are some related negative thoughts in the subconscious.

"And most of those won't happen."

"Won't it happen?" Nan Zishu murmured nervously.

"No." Ling Bei said with a gentle smile, "With me here, nothing bad will happen."

As if he sensed that Nan Zishu was too nervous, Ling Bei's tone became a bit like coaxing a child in the end: "Don't they all say that dreams are reversed?"

"Well, dreams are reversed."

It was as if these last words gave Nan Zishu reassurance, and then she hugged Ling Bei harder, and her voice even sounded coquettish: "Ling Bei, can you let me hold you for a little longer?"

Girls are not always that strong. Nan Zishu thought that even though he hugged Ling Bei with all his strength, he still felt a little soft, so Ling Bei smiled and subconsciously tightened his arms in response to her: "I think so."

Hug me as long as I want, and never let go.

"My arms were originally prepared just for you."

Nan Zishu, who had been comforted by Ling Bei, seemed to be much more emotionally stable.

After Ren Qin prepared everything, Nan Zishu briefly arranged Liu Ying's remains and took Liu Ying to the funeral parlor in a special car.

Nan Zishu and Ling Bei also put on black mourning clothes and drove there alone.

The funeral parlor is on a mountain west of Ancheng City, and it takes about an hour to drive there from the First People's Hospital.

It was past nine o'clock when the two of them left the hospital. The weather was bad today, with a slight drizzle in the sky, and the late autumn temperature was gradually giving way to the chill of winter.

Nan Zishu took one last deep look at the First People's Hospital. The standing inpatient building still had the same gloomy and oppressive atmosphere as before, but that point in the past always supported her scattered hopes in Nan Zishu's heart.

It has completely disappeared without a trace.

After all, I had to leave this place.

Ling Bei drove through the urban area, which was still bustling with traffic today, and came to the western suburbs, which was relatively unfamiliar to both of them.

This is where the best funeral parlors and cemeteries in Anseong City are located.

It was indeed Nan Zishu's first time here, but Ling Bei was not.

About nine years ago, he came here to attend his father's funeral.

That was the only time.

Ling Ganshan was actually buried in the Xishan Cemetery at the foot of the mountain, but in the nine years since his death, except for the funeral in the first year, Ling Bei had not visited him once.

In the first two or three years, whenever it was Ling Ganshan's death anniversary, Qingming Festival or birthday, Ling Bei always tried his best to find excuses to reject Fang Jiaming's request to go see Ling Ganshan with him.
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