Yi Ren from afar

Ye Mingyuan's figure was hidden in the shade of the trees, his gloomy eyes pierced through the solemn crowd, at this moment, the person who he thought about day and night but couldn't ask for was right in front of him.

The crowd gradually dispersed, Ye Mingyuan walked to the tombstone step by step, knelt and sat in front of the tombstone, touching the photo on the tombstone with trembling fingertips, his smiling and pretty face was frozen by time.

Sliding across the cold marble, touching the blood-red name one after another, Ye Mingyuan called softly: "Sapphire..."

His forehead rested on the pure white tombstone, his arms hung down weakly, his fingertips clutched the soil on the ground, and he cried out in a low voice, unable to restrain himself.

Standing in the cold wind, Sun Zhanyi looked away in pain, looking at the blood-colored sunset, feeling a chill in his heart.

Seeing the swaying person, he stepped forward and picked up the person kneeling on the ground, and dragged the unconscious person back into the car.

Sun Zhanyi wrapped his coat around the trembling man, embraced him, hugged him tightly, and comforted him in a low voice: "The dead are gone, the living are like this, you should cherish yourself, don't forget You still have me by your side, and me."

Ye Mingyuan leaned against the person beside him dejectedly, repeating with a dull expression: "The dead are gone... The dead are gone..."

Xu Yunyi stopped the people approaching the vehicle, and the people outside the vehicle rushed to the side of the vehicle, slammed on the window, and shouted loudly: "Ye Mingyuan, I am Lan Yu's mother, I want to see you."

Sun Zhanyi glanced coldly, and told the driver: "Go back to the villa."

The person in the arms said quietly: "Brother Yi, let me see her, I want to see her, please..."