The photos on the tombstone were chosen by Xu Jiamu. Not long after Han Ruchu married Xu Wanli, the two went on their honeymoon and Xu Wanli took a photo for her.

In the photo, Han Ruchu smiled brightly and was full of vibrant confidence.

In Xu Jiamu's memory, Han Ruchu had never smiled like this. In front of him, she was very kind and pretended to be very loving to Xu Wanli, but when she turned around, she would face Xu Wanli coldly and had nothing to do with each other.

When Xu Jiamu received the call, he was really a little broken when he heard Han Ruchu commit suicide. He even drove to the hospital and thought that she was willing to talk to him last night, but he told her why she would die when he waited for her to come out?

But when the flames burned her body into ashes, his mood suddenly became a little calmer.

His mother did not blame him anymore, but his mother didn't want to live anymore.

When she said to him, "Jiamu, take good care of herself", she was actually ready to commit suicide.

He thought that maybe when she said that, she regretted the tragedy she had left in her life, but it was too late and she had no way back. She hated her for the rest of her life, and suddenly one day she asked her to let go of the hatred and resentment in her heart. She probably didn't know how she should continue to live, so she had to choose to die.

Once you die, the smoke disappears, and everything is over.

Then, what about her? She can finally break free.

Xu Jiamu also knew in his heart that for Han Ruchu, dying is much happier than living.

When she was alive, she was unhappy every day and night. She hated her every moment. She turned herself into a demon, no one is human, no ghost.

However, when the burial was over and Xu Jiamu knelt in front of Han Ruchu's tombstone, he couldn't help crying.

No matter what, she is his mother after all. Even if there are so many things wrong, she is the mother who has been pregnant for ten months and raised him with great difficulty.

In her life, she was afraid that she would not have been very kind to anyone, but she was really kind to him and was very kind to him.

When Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi left, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and a drizzle drizzled in the sky.

In the early spring night, it was raining, but it was still a bit cold. Xu Jiamu took off his suit jacket and put it on Song Xiangsi, held her hand, stepped on the steps in the rain, and walked under the cemetery.

The two still had no conversation, and in fact they didn’t need any conversation. Sometimes, silent companionship is better than a thousand words and ten thousand words.

When I returned to the city, it was already seven o'clock and it was already dawn. Song Xiangsi took advantage of the gap in Xu Jiamu's bath and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

When she got home, Song Xiangsi put the breakfast on the dining table, walked to the disinfection cabinet, carried the plate out, and just put it on the table, the bedroom door was opened, Xu Jiamu walked out from inside with a wet hair, holding her cell phone in her hand: "Tel."

As his words came, the ringtone of the cell phone rang.

Song Xiangsi reached out and took it, looked at the caller ID, and then answered: "Xiang Si, what time are you going to the hospital today?"
Chapter completed!