Why did Chapter 549 not let her go?

Xia Jinqi frowned slightly. In silence, Yan Jun, who was about to put down her cloak, tied it tighter for her.

"Let's go take a look. " His clear and melodious voice sounded, Waking Up Xia Jinqi's lost consciousness.

She raised her eyes in surprise. She thought that he would be unhappy, but unexpectedly, she bumped into his deep and dark eyes.

Their eyes met, and she suddenly understood what he meant.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly. She smiled and nodded. "I'll be back soon. "

"..."

As they walked, Xia Jinqi realized that the ground that was originally covered in thick snow had been cleared out at some point in time, and it was now winding its way towards the pond in the backyard.

At the end of the road was Yan Qing, who had always maintained a posture while hugging the dead Zhou Lingfang.

The white snow piled up on his shoulder like a mountain, crushing his usually strong back.

Xia Jinqi walked in front of him and stood still for a long time, but she still did not know what kind of comforting words to say.

On the contrary, it was Yan Qing who spoke first.

"Why? " His voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat had been torn. The words he said were terrifyingly repressed.

Xia Jinqi didn't understand what he meant when his voice sounded again, "why don't you let her go? "

Hearing this, Xia Jinqi suddenly realized that he was talking about his mother... ...

"Yan Qing, let her be buried properly. " Xia Jinqi sighed softly, she couldn't bear to look at Zhou Lingfang any longer.

Good and evil always came back to haunt them. Since she had already passed away, there was nothing left to fuss about... ...

Yan Qing turned a deaf ear and insisted on asking stubbornly, "why can't all of you accept her? "

"Yan Qing... "

"But no matter what, she is still my mother... she has spent her whole life fighting for me... fighting for me, scheming for me, but I have let her down, " Yan Qing opened his mouth in grief, hot tears welling up in his eyes once again.

He could not forgive himself.

Just a second before his mother passed away, he actually used that tone to scold her... ...

People, they always lose, only then do they know how to cherish it.

Xia Jinqi knew that his heart was suffering, and she also knew his grief. She wanted to do her best to comfort him, but she couldn't help but choke up.

"It's all in the past, Yan Qing. The days still have to go on... "

What else could she say?

He had lost his most treasured family member. The pain was more heart-wrenching, and no one could heal it.

"Yes, the days still have to go on... I will definitely fulfill my mother's wish. " Yan Qing suddenly stopped crying. His face was livid as he hugged Zhou Lingfang and slowly tried to stand up ...

He had been here for too long. His legs were already stiff. Suddenly, he exerted force and fell heavily.

But he still held Zhou Lingfang's corpse and tried to stand up again... ...

Xia Jinqi wanted to help him up, but he had already stood up and carried Zhou Lingfang far away.

His legs were stiff and he walked far away, leaving deep and shallow footprints on the snow-white ground... ...

After he left, Yan Youcheng followed him as if he was trying to persuade him, but Yan Qing ignored him and only focused on walking on the road in front of him.

His back was straight and his eyes were cold.

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Seven days later.

A Beautiful Hill.

Yan Qing held a bunch of flowers and placed them in front of a cemetery.

He sat down beside the cemetery, and as far as the eye could see, the whole mountain was covered with innumerable cemeteries.

"Are you getting used to being here, mom? "

He looked back at the tombstone attached to the photo of Zhou Lingfang, asked faintly.