C161 (1/2)

It was raining in June. The air was moist and chilly, and the surrounding leaves were gently drifting in the wind.

On the dark green grass, a man dressed in a white suit was holding a bunch of lilies. His gaze was deep and gentle as he looked at the picture on the tombstone that was only as wide as three fingers.

Looking at the innocent smile on the photo and thinking about what happened today three years ago, the man felt as if his heart was being torn apart again, a heart-wrenching pain that seeped into his very bones …

”Warm …” The man's deep voice hooted out the owner's name. His voice was very, very low, low enough to drown out the sound of the surrounding rain.

He was silent for a long time. He didn't know how to express his yearning for her. Every year, on her day of sacrifice, he would come here and spend the whole day with her. He had obviously practiced what he wanted to say to himself the night before, but when he arrived at the cemetery and saw her picture, he couldn't say it.

Other than a throbbing pain in his heart, he missed her, but also missed her. He couldn't feel anything else in his heart.

He did not choose to take revenge, but chose to marry her off. He did not choose to use any means to torture her, but to pamper her, love her, and not let her suffer even the slightest bit of harm. He did not choose to stop that car, but to wait for the other party to raise a condition. *

But it was too late, too late, too late!

Three years ago, the moment the doctor pushed her out of the operating room, he was stupefied as he looked at her pale, bloodless face. What thrilling scene hadn't he experienced? However, he had never seen such a pale face …

He remembered, when he'd asked the doctor what was going on, that he didn't believe that warmth could easily disappear from his body, that he could still feel her beside him.

However, the doctor's reply caused him to completely collapse. A massive amount of intracranial hemorrhage caused him to die without a cure …

He stood in the rain for who knows how long before he slowly walked forward, placed the lilies in front of the tombstone, and squatted down. His body, looking at the warm photo, couldn't help but smile.

”Wife …” These three years, he had gotten used to calling her that. Yes, he had married her three years ago, so she was his only wife.

”Do you know why I gave you lilies?” The smile on Yi Hao's face gradually turned bitter. ”Since you're so stupid, you definitely won't be able to guess it. Then, let me tell you personally, okay?”

As he spoke, he slowly reached out his hand to touch the photo on the stone, his warm fingertips gently drying the rain as if he were wiping the rain off his face.

”That's because I want to be together with you for all eternity, to have a good relationship with you for all eternity, to never be separated from you!” As the rain grew heavier and heavier, wetting his hair and clothes, the cold rain ran down his forehead, across his handsome face, and into his mouth.

”Wifey, you're in heaven, so you definitely can't like other people, okay? When I'm done with some things, I'll come and accompany you, okay?” Ihao whispered softly as he smiled lovingly and dried the rain off Warmth's face.

After wiping off the rain for some time, the sky gradually darkened, and Yi Hao got up to leave. However, before he left, he looked at the photo on the tombstone and could not help but kiss it lightly. Finally, he stood up and reluctantly said, ”Wifey, I'll come see you in two days.