C46 The Obituary Letter at the Funeral.

Two days later, the blue sky and white clouds, the birds chirping and the leaves falling.

Bai Youyou sat by the bed and looked at the birds chirping on the wires in a daze.

There was the fragrance of flowers coming from the flower shop at the tip of her nose. She looked through the window and saw the flowers blooming in the flower shop's sunroom.

Bai Zheyu knocked on the door and Bai Youyou let him in.

Bai Zheyu's eyes were warm and peaceful. The girl sitting by the window was like a beautiful oil painting, making people unable to look away.

"I heard that you were uncomfortable two days ago?" Bai Zheyu sat on the rattan chair opposite Bai Youyou. Between the two of them, there was a transparent glass table with Bai Youyou's drawing on it.

"Yu said so?" Bai Youyou lazily narrowed her eyes and smiled. "I just have a slight cold. I am fine now. "

Bai Zheyu stared at Bai Youyou. He observed her expression and there was a trace of liveliness on her face.

"That's good. "

Bai Zheyu took out a white letter from his pocket. The envelope was sealed with golden paint, simple and beautiful.

Inside the envelope was a white card. There were only a few words inside, Mandarin and English.

Bai Zheyu handed the letter to Bai Youyou. "This is the obituary letter sent by Ye Mingchen. "

Bai Youyou looked at the obituary letter that Bai Zheyu gave her.

Bai Zheyu looked at her and asked, "Do you want me to go?"

Bai Youyou nodded after a long time, "Go. "

She handed the obituary letter to Bai Zheyu. The first line was: Ye Mingchen's beloved wife. "

Those few words were too dazzling.

This definitely wasn't written by Ye Mingchen, but by Dong Ming.

She knew Ye Mingchen very well. This funeral should have been suggested by Dong Ming as an explanation to the outside world. It wasn't to commemorate her.

"I'll go too. "

Bai Youyou looked at Bai Zheyu. There was a slight sadness in his firm eyes.

"You?"

"I want to go and see. I will hide well. "

She wanted to go to her funeral. She wanted to go take a look as an explanation for her past. This was also the node for her to start a new life. She wanted to use this ceremony to bury her feelings for Ye Mingchen.

Bai Zheyu wanted to say something else, but in the end, he nodded in agreement.

"You must tell me if you are feeling unwell. I will take you to the hospital when I have time in a few days. "

"No need. I know my own physical condition. My body is quite good "

Bai Youyou refused. She didn't want to trouble Bai Zheyu again.

She did not give Bai Zheyu a chance to speak. She asked Bai Zheyu to stay for lunch while she went to the kitchen to cook.

Bai Youyou had good culinary skills. After Bai family's parents passed away, Bai Youyou took up the responsibility of replenishing Bai Mo's nutrition.

Before that, although Bai family did not lack servants, the family of four ate by Mrs. Bai alone. Sometimes Bai Youyou would observe and study by the side but she had never made a move before.

Later on, she cooked a lot. In order to take care of Bai Mo's taste, she learned more dishes. Every day, she came back from work and at night, she learned how to cook in front of the computer.

Later, she fell in love with Ye Mingchen. At that time, everyone said that they wanted a man to like you, so you needed to cook the food he liked. Therefore, Bai Youyou continued to study diligently.

Now, her culinary skills were comparable to the chefs of five-star hotels. Every time Bai Mo came to eat, he would take a lot with him.

Everyone also said that the dishes cooked by elder sister were better than the ones made outside when they were cold!

Bai Youyou was busy in the kitchen. Her thin back was busy. She opened the chicken soup that she had stewed for a long time. Its fragrance assailed her nose and spread into the living room.

Zhao Yu who had just entered the room started to drool when she smelled the fragrance and loudly praised, "Elder Sister Youyou! It smells so good!"

Bai Youyou smiled. Her face suddenly turned pale. She covered her mouth and went to the washing table to retch.