1057 Chapter 1059: Funeral

Li Feihuan glanced at her, but didn't say anything. He turned around and left.

After he left, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. She leaned back on the Sofa, lost in thought.

Actually, what she said wasn't the truth. From the most objective and rational point of view, Li Feihuan was more suitable for her than Huo Jingchen.

He was more like a combination of Huo Jingchen and Lu Qian. Lu Qian was too gentle, and perhaps he wouldn't be able to open her heart for the rest of his life. Huo Jingchen was too domineering, and he was very easy to break. That was why they ended up in their previous lives.

On the other hand, it was Li Feihuan, this somewhat strange man, who was actually a better combination of both of their personalities.

It was just that love was never suitable.

Zhao Siqing recollected her thoughts. She turned her head slightly and saw Li Feiyuan staring curiously at her bulging belly. His chubby little hands gently stroked her belly, as if he liked it very much.

Zhao Siqing could not help but smile at him and asked softly, "Yuan Yuan, do you think it will be a little nephew or a little niece? "

Yuan Yuan frowned and puffed up his little face, thinking seriously.

This was really a dilemma... ...

If it was a little nephew, he could play with him. If it was a little niece, he could marry her back home.

Seeing him cupping his little face and thinking seriously, Zhao Siqing could not help but smile.

Time passed so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the baby was already seven months old.

The baby in her previous life did not even last until this month before it was forcefully aborted. Now, it had grown up safely by Li Feihuan's side.

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In the blink of an eye, it was huo Jingchen's funeral.

Zhao Siqing wore a black coat, a hat, and glasses as she followed Li Feihuan to Huo Jingchen's funeral.

The funeral was held on the lawn by the sea, and many people came to pay their respects.

Old Madam Huo, along with many members of the Huo family, wore black and white clothes. They were at the front, giving out instructions with a solemn expression.

Zhao Siqing stood far away, but she could not help but get closer.

She slowly walked through the crowd until she stood in a place where she could clearly see his last photo. Then, she stopped and was a little absent-minded.

At the front of the Memorial Hall was a black-and-white photo of Huo Jingchen. There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were wild and deep. He was still as domineering and noble as when she first met him.

A drizzle fell from the sky, and a strong wind blew. The dark clouds matched the surging waves, and it seemed as if they were about to fall from the sky.

The leaves fell and the waves churned. The entire grassland seemed to have faded into a dark green. Everything in the world seemed to have turned black-and-white, and the air pressure was terrifyingly low.

Zhao Siqing could see Huo Jingchen's father from afar, Mrs. Gu's family, Yanran, Jiang Jingming... ...

Everyone had a solemn look on their faces as they slowly handed over a white chrysanthemum.

Zhao Siqing just stood there in a daze, still not believing that he was really dead.

Li Feihuan went forward and grabbed her wrist, saying in a low voice, "it's time to go. "

However, Zhao Siqing suddenly became ruthless. She broke free from him, pulled off her hat, and ran forward quickly.

Huo Jingchen was not going to die. If he saw her, he would definitely come out.

She only wanted her to take a look at him, just to let her know that he was still alive... ...

Zhao Siqing's sudden appearance stunned everyone for a few seconds.

Yang Jingqiu was the first to react. She quickly ran forward and grabbed Zhao Siqing's wrist tightly. "where have you been? Do you know that I'm dying of anxiety? "