C16 It Was like a Dream

"Hsu Mochen, Xia Qingning has loved you for seven years and sacrificed seven whole years for you. She has poured everything into you, but what did you give her?"

Xia Wenxu could no longer bear it. He stood up stubbornly. He pointed at Hsu Mochen and cursed. He mixed all the pain he had lost into his words. "You have given her endless pain. You have given her a reason to not live. You have given her a painful ending. I, Xia Wenxu, will hate you for the rest of my life. I will use all my energy to hate you. In the future, I will never let go of any chance that will make you die a horrible death! "

After saying this, Xia Wenxu, who was so excited that he was about to fall ill, was carried out by an assistant who came with him from outside the door.

In the empty operating theater, For a moment, Hsu Mochen's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Yes, what did Xia Qingning get after getting married for three years?

Hsu Mochen sat on the ground and questioned himself.

That woman gave up everything to marry him. But in the end, there was nothing left.

There was no child in her womb.

There was no love from her husband.

There was no dignity in life.

In the end, she did not even have the hope of living in her hands...

That's why she chose to die?

That's why she was willing to give up all hope of leaving?

That was why she jumped into despair and turned into such a bloody mess in front of her eyes?

...

A clear pain flashed through Hsu Mochen's mind.

He could clearly feel the pain in his left chest.

He could clearly feel the warm tears flowing across his face turning cold.

He could clearly feel the excruciating pain brought about by the separation of life and death.

The heart that did not beat for Xia Qingning after that suddenly came back to life.

But at this moment, the woman lying there would never wake up again...

Three days later.

North City Funeral Home.

The president of the Xu family had organized a grand funeral for his wife, Xia Qingning. People from all over the city had come to pay their respects.

The memorial hall set up by the Black and White Elegy was surrounded by clean and fresh white roses.

In front of the ice coffin in the middle of the memorial hall, the woman in a black and white portrait was smiling beautifully.

Hsu Mochen stood in front of the ice coffin in a daze, his body completely black.

Did he accept Xia Qingning's death?

No.

In just a few days, Hsu Mochen felt like he was having a dream.

In the dream, it was the separation and tears of Xia Qingning.

He always did not have a clear mind to face everything that happened in reality.

Perhaps it was to escape, or perhaps he did not have enough courage.

He numbed his aching heart and stared blankly at the woman in the photo, not moving at all.

"Young Master Hsu."

A familiar voice came into his ear.

Hsu Mochen came back to his senses. His eyes were lifeless as he glanced to the side. What entered his eyes was Lau Ying's frowning face.

When she heard the news of Xia Qingning's death, Lau Ying could not suppress the joy in her heart. She was dressed in a black dress and looked like she was here to mourn. In fact, she was here to see how miserable that woman's death was.

"What could Miss Xia not take it so seriously? Why is it suddenly..."

After saying this, Lau Ying's slender fingers tightly held onto the man's arm and softly said: "Young Master Hsu, don't be too sad."

For some reason, Hsu Mochen looked at the woman in front of him and suddenly felt very tired.

He looked away from Lau Ying's face and could not help but shake off her hand. At this moment, his mind was blank and his thoughts could not be distracted. His eyes were still staring at the woman in the black and white photo.

Memories were like a spring rain that poured onto his heart.