Author: Xiao Longyue

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zishu and Ling Bei had already reached the last steps of the funeral home.

"Mr. Ling, Miss Nan."

A funeral home worker wearing black overalls walked towards Ling Bei and Nan Zishu: "The body of the deceased has been temporarily placed. Please pay your respects first."

Perhaps because he has long been accustomed to seeing this, the staff's polite and considerate tone seemed particularly dull in this situation.

"We have registered the deceased's information as required, and the funeral hall is also ready."

The staff led Ling Bei and Nan Zishu towards the auditorium: "How do you plan to arrange the following ceremony and the time when relatives and friends will arrive?"

Hearing this, Ling Bei quietly looked at Nan Zishu beside him, only to see her lowering her eyes and pursed her lips tightly.

"Just arrange the auditorium." Ling Bei took over for Nan Zishu very politely: "My wife doesn't have many relatives and friends at home. She just hopes to be alone with her mother for a while."

Nan Zishu remained silent and did not speak, and did not seem to hear the unusual title in Ling Bei's words.

The staff seemed to be used to all kinds of requests. After listening to Ling Bei's words, she still had a decent smile on her face: "Okay, if you need help, you can always come to us."

So after the staff member brought Ling Bei and Nan Zishu to the auditorium, he retreated outside the door very cooperatively.

Looking around the empty mourning hall, Nan Zishu suddenly hesitated for a moment. She wondered if she had done something wrong.

Like now, without anyone to see you off, will your mother feel lost?

But when he thought of the mean faces of those so-called relatives and friends when he was desperate, Nan Zishu couldn't force himself to put down his posture and invite them.

Finally, Nan Zishu's eyes focused on a certain place.

She stared at the portrait hanging in the center of the auditorium for a long time, but was distracted for a moment by the still familiar smile in the black and white photo, and her eyes were blurred again.

Nan Zishu walked quickly to Liu Ying's side.

Lying among the yellow and white chrysanthemums, Liu Ying looked neat and tidy, and seemed to wake up at any time and said to Nan Zishu with a smile: "Shu Shu, don't be afraid.

"Wherever your mother is, there must be your home."

This sentence has been lingering in Nan Zishu's ears. She can remember every expression and tone of her mother's voice when she said this sentence.

I will never forget the irreplaceable peace of mind I felt when I heard these words.

But she could no longer feel this peace of mind.

"Mom..." Nan Zishu's voice was suppressed with extreme pain, and her cry was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "Can you wake up and see Shu Shu again?

"Say one more word to Shu Shu, just one word, okay?

"Shu Shu...I really can't...without you..."

Nan Zishu sobbed until his whole body was shaking, and in the end he couldn't even form a complete sentence.

From last night to now, she tried hard to accept the fact that her mother passed away suddenly as soon as possible. She also tried her best to cheer up and kept telling herself: This was an accident and she should not blame anyone else. And she must become stronger in the future.

But whenever Nan Zishu saw Liu Ying lying there with almost no difference from her sleeping state, all her defenses would be instantly shattered and she could not control her emotions at all.

Why does misfortune happen to you?

Mom, can she not leave?
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