Ye Jinyan put down the box, and then began to dig the ground.

She is not very new to this kind of tool, but uses it like that.

Meng Ming stepped forward, "Let me come."

Ye Jinyan refused. She kept digging, digging, digging a big hole, then holding the urn, put the box in, knelt on the ground, looked at the box, a tear fell.

She sucked hard and put the mud on it.

Meng Ming stood there, and he was also moved.

Squat down, helping to cover up the dirt again.

Until it became a small mound, just like the two small mounds next to it, only a little bit higher.

Meng Ming realized something, he looked at Ye Jinyan.

Ye Jinyan sniffed, went to the Wannianqing next to him, broke a branch, and planted it in front of the new pile of mound.

After doing all this, Ye Jinyan knelt on the ground and knocked three heads.

The sky is already slightly bright.

It was foggy, like rain, and they got their clothes wet.

There was a thin mist of water on her head and shoulders.

Ye Jinyan didn't kneel down anymore at this moment.

She got up and went down the mountain.

Meng Ming glanced at the three small mounds, and finally landed on the new mound.

A kind of guilt suddenly felt in his heart.

Without much thought, he went down the mountain.

Ye Jinyan stood by the car, finally looking at him directly and talking to him.

"Mr. Meng, please send me back to the city."

The words are straightforward, the tone is very cold, and the attitude is very alienated.

Meng Ming nodded.

Ye Jinyan still sat in the back seat.

Still speechless all the way.

However, when Meng Ming saw Ye Jinyan closed his eyes, he seemed to be asleep.

Meng Ming didn't sleep all night, but he was in good spirits, and he still had the spirit to drive back from here.

He didn't drive the car back to the house where she lived before, but drove back to the house where he usually lives by himself.

In the city center, a large flat of 200 square meters, occasionally live.

The car stopped, but the people in the car hadn't woken up yet.

Meng Ming looked at the person in the rearview mirror. At this time, she was quiet and time was well.

This woman surprised him again.

Only surprise, no joy.

What she did last night to this morning surprised and shocked him.

How could she finish this thing so peacefully?

How much pressure did she endure in her heart?

Meng Ming looked at her as if she saw a flower in full bloom in a greenhouse and suddenly moved outside, as if she wanted to be strong and alive.

She looked like a little white rabbit wearing a thorn. She was obviously weak and should be protected, so she erected a thorn and told everyone that she was very powerful and fearless.

Ye Jinyan was too tired.

She was so tired that she didn't know how to lie on this bed.

She opened her eyes, unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar bed.

She was still wearing that black dress, and the little white flower on her chest was still there.

She didn't get up immediately because she hadn't eaten anything, and she had been tired for so long, and she had no strength in her body.

It took a while before she stood up.

Looking around, it looks like a house where a man lives.

Kind of familiar.

She got up, stepped barefoot on the floor, and walked out of the bedroom.

It was already setting sun outside, and a large piece of beautiful light came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, coating the whole cool-toned house with a soft light.

Under the light, a man sits on a recliner with his hands folded on his abdomen, his facial features are soft, and the evening light falls on him, exquisite and beautiful like a prince falling into the world.

He is so beautiful.

It's so beautiful that I can't bear to disturb.

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