"Son-in-law, second lady! The young master of the Qi family is here!"

The old housekeeper in black clothes stood behind them, whispering sadly.

Witnessing the rise and fall of the three generations of the He family, the wife went and the master went. Now, there is only this poor second lady left. It’s such a grievance!

He quickly walked out of Danping's arms, Mengyin calmed down his appearance.

I saw Haotian and Haoxuan walking towards her, both wearing black clothes, holding white chrysanthemums in their hands, with a solemn expression.

"Brother Haotian, Haoxuan, thank you!"

A smile was barely squeezed out on his pale face, because my father often said during his lifetime that Mengyin looked the most beautiful when she smiled!

"Dream sound, let me be ashamed and follow the changes!" Haotian looked at her, not knowing what to say.

"Go in!" With his eyes down, Mengyin took them back to the mourning hall.

He bowed four times in front of the portrait solemnly, and Haoxuan took the three incense sticks handed over by Mengyin.

"Uncle He, Haoxuan comes to say to you personally, I'm sorry!"

Putting the incense solemnly in front of the portrait, Haoxuan looked at Danping next to him again.

As soon as the eyes of the two men touched each other, all the complex emotions fermented instantly.

"Take good care of her!" This time, Haoxuan spoke with his own voice, and Erya's handsome face was full of sincerity.

The deep starry eyes trembled slightly, and Danping saw a kind of understanding in those eyes, a kind of entrustment between men.

"I can do it!" Jun's face showed a faint smile, and he had a smile to eliminate grudges.

The two men looked at each other and smiled, both of them staring at the pale and beautiful face next to them.

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"When I was by the lake that day, why didn't I take a step forward?"

After five years, Ao Lan was so calm and talked to the handsome face face for the first time.

Haotian suddenly looked up, "Do you know I'm behind me?"

She nodded.

"I'm waiting for you to look back!"

"I'm waiting for you to come!" Ao Lan smiled helplessly.

They were silent for a long time, and finally, she said softly: "I'm leaving!"

A trace of bitterness that contains endless vicissitudes of life brings out a handsome face. Haotian whispered: "Ao Lan, I wish you a blessing!"

"Me too!"

Gently crossed his shoulders, without any hesitation, Aolan walked towards the person ahead.

Yichen stood there waiting for her to come to her side.

"Go with me to burn incense for my uncle!" He pulled her hand and linked his fingers.

"Yeah!" Ao Lan smiled slightly and tightened the last gap.

The two looked at each other and walked towards the dim lights together.

"Second Miss, Madam..." A servant walked forward hesitantly, not knowing how to report back to this matter.

The eyes were dazed, Mengyin supported her body that looked like she would faint the next moment, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"Mrs. I have been without eating or drinking for three days, and I don't say anything, and it's like losing my soul!"

Hearing this, Mengyin turned around quickly and went upstairs, followed by Danping and Haoxuan.

In the room tightly holding the black window curtain, it was dim and blurred, and the sun was dark.

Mengyao sat next to her mother and kept crying sadly, "Mom... Dad is gone... Don't scare me anymore!"

Heartbroken tears kept falling on my mother's shoulders, but Shi Meizhen seemed to have no feeling, her eyes were as empty as a corpse.

"Auntie!" Mengyin pushed the door open, walked over slowly, leaning over and calling her.

Shi Meizhen still had no response.

He gently patted the back of her hand, Meng Yin's calm and gentle face reflected into the pupils without focal length.

This once beautiful and arrogant woman, she grew old and decayed overnight, as if she had her soul removed.

For thirty years, all her resentment, all her hatred, all her madness, all her jealousy turned into ashes with his departure!
Chapter completed!