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Redakteur: Henyee Translations
The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Jiang Yanshen waited for a long time but didn't hear her answer. When he looked down, he realized that she had already fallen asleep.
His eyes dimmed slightly, and his thin lips curled up helplessly. He carefully placed her swollen hand outside the blanket to avoid being touched.
He lowered his head and planted a light kiss on her lips.
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The next day was the day of Jiang Chongjing and Wu Suyun's cremation. Early in the morning, dark clouds covered the sky as if they wanted to crush the city.
The drizzling rain began to fall at some point, and the sorrowful music set off the atmosphere of the entire Jiang family. It was especially sad and heavy.
When the media found out that Jiang Chongjing's body was being moved, they naturally had to wait outside. However, Jiang Yanshen had arranged for security in advance, so they couldn't get close or take close-up photos.