Chapter 198 (1/2)

The old man, in particular, almost fainted when he heard what his grandson said.

If Li Junxi does not want to commit suicide one day, the Li family will be the last one.

I saw his lips slightly pulled, and his hands on crutches began to tremble.

At this time, anlina just entered the door, heard Li Junxi's last words, her whole body also can't help but tremble.

”Brother Xiao Xi ~” she called softly.

Li Junxi didn't pay attention to her, only glared angrily, then strode away from home.

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The seventh day of the air crash.

Li Junxi got up early in the morning and left.

Old Lord an LAN saw that he was abnormal today. He was worried, but he did not dare to ask more questions.

Only quietly let Yuan Bao drive with Li Junxi.

Li Junxi bought a large bunch of flowers and drove to Hongfuyuan.

Wu Di and Annie, Uncle Wu and aunt Qiu Yan have been waiting there.

And Shang Wenzhe, Xu Mingrui and Yang Xin also arrived one after another.

Because Li Junxi was afraid to face it, after returning to Binhai City, Lin Muyan's affairs were left to Wu Di.

Today, it's his first time here.

A pair of black glasses made the suit more black.

When people arrive in Qi, Wu Di leads the way.

Li Junxi and others stepped on a heavy step to follow in the rear.

The closer he gets to Lin Muyan's tombstone, the tighter his heart is and the heavier his steps are.

When he saw the cold black-and-white photo on the monument, his heart stopped again, and his hands holding the flowers also froze.

A pair of eyes under sunglasses, at this time also unconsciously wet up.

A trace of bitterness began to overflow at the bottom of my heart, instantly annihilated the whole heart.

Several people staggered to stand, bowed, and then sent the flowers.

When Li Junxi put the big bunch of flowers on it, his tears could no longer stop and fell from the corner of his eyes.

Looking at the cold photo and the beautiful flowers, he regretted that he didn't send a bunch of flowers to her every day before he died.

Now, no matter how beautiful the bouquet is, there is no response.

Li Junxi sat in front of the monument, took off his sunglasses and stroked it gently.

The cold touch penetrated his whole body through his fingertips. A cold wind hit him, and suddenly his back was awe inspiring.

The warmth of the past is gone.

He has been reluctant to admit it, but now he has to face it.

People see that he has always been proud and coquettish, now cry heartrending, all moved by it.

This moment, only quietly accompany him, can't bear to disturb.

When he was tired of crying and his tears were dry, Li Junxi put on his sunglasses again and stood up trembling.

He was dizzy for a moment.

”Junxi young master ~” Uncle Wu immediately helped him up.

Looking at Li Junxi's haggard appearance, he could not help but feel distressed.

Li Junxi stood firm, shook his dizzy head, took a rest, and then stepped away.

When a group of people get on the bus and leave, a figure quickly walks to Lin Muyan's tombstone.