Chapter 1412 (1/2)

After a long time, when she recalled that day, she had already forgotten how she had sprinted out of Qingxin Garden, and how she had appeared at the Yan family with red and swollen eyes.

She only remembered that when she had rushed to the Yan family, the big white flowers that hung all over the entire courtyard had still stung her eyes in the end.

A cold wind blew, and the white ribbons that hung all over the courtyard swayed with the wind, lonely and lonely, adding to the sadness.

She stared blankly at everything, her legs trembling slightly.

The person behind her hurriedly came over to support her. “Old Madam, please be careful. ”

However, she had no time to care about it. She only quickened her pace and jogged all the way to the hall.

The Mourning Hall had already been arranged.

In the middle of the hall, there was a coffin made of Sandalwood. In front of the coffin, there was a black memorial tablet with the words ‘Yan Youcheng’s memorial tablet’ engraved on it.

For no reason, it was like a huge rock pressing down on one’s heart, making it difficult for one to even breathe.

Long Qingxin, who was dressed in a white Qipao with a blue border and a winter style, walked over shakily. Her eyes were already filled with tears as she stared fixedly at the memorial tablet, lost in thought for a long time… …

She did not expect that this day would come so quickly, nor did she expect that this day would come so suddenly.

This wretched old man, this scoundrel who had betrayed her, actually… … would die in front of her …

Without any warning, without any preparation, he died just like that… …

Yan Qing put on his mourning clothes and knelt in front of Yan Youcheng’s memorial tablet, burning paper money and looking at the incense.

At this time, when he saw long Qingxin come, he did not say anything. There was no hatred in his eyes. He just sat quietly at the side, guarding his father’s memorial.

“How… Did he die? ” Long Qingxin’s voice trembled. She was finally willing to ask …

Yan Qing’s throat tightened. Suddenly, he felt that he could not say it.

His father’s death, he… … really could not say it …

Yan Qing did not want to speak. He just silently shed tears.

Long Qingxin turned around to look at him like this. She already had a rough idea in her heart.