About five or six minutes later, I saw a repaired cemetery with white tombstones.
Tang Hehan walked forward and gently placed the flower in front of the tombstone. He stood there looking at the photos on the tombstone, silent.
The atmosphere is heavy.
After standing in front of the tombstone for about ten minutes, Tang Hehan turned around and left.
The white tombstone that was still silent was left, but she seemed to hear Tang Hehan’s voice and understood the deepest love in his heart.
Because mother and son are connected to each other
The tombstone is inscribed with the font Tang Hehan’s mother Tang Ling.
The woman in the photo on the tombstone had a smile on her face and looked at her leaving son lovingly, giving him the courage to live.
The private villa by the sea is located.
The sea breeze gently pushes the waves, rolling layer by layer, affectionate and tender.
Tang Hehan pushed open the door of the villa, and it was silent inside.
The windows are open, and the veil curtains are blown up by the sea breeze.
After Tang Hehan entered, he went straight upstairs.
Open the room door, and Shui Lingyu, who was still unconscious on the big bed in the bedroom, was quietly closed, and except for her pale face, it seemed as if she was sleeping in nothing.
The roses on the bedside table are still fresh, they have only been put on for a day.
However, Tang Hehan still took out the flowers inside and replaced them with the roses he just bought.
After finishing it, Tang Hehan sat down beside the bed, attached himself to his body, and his thin lips fell on Shui Lingyu’s lips.
“Yu, wake up quickly.”
Of course, Shui Lingyu didn’t open her eyes, and still fell asleep without knowing anything.
Tang Hehan’s back brushed the back of her cheeks and rubbed them back and forth, unable to let go of his love.
Even if there are still undissipated scars on the forehead, it cannot reduce his deep attachment in his heart.
“Don’t be afraid. No matter what the ending is, the eldest brother will be with Yu.”