"Okay... don't think about this for now." Murong Yanxing reached out and gently touched Mu Yutian's head.

Mu Yutian didn't say anything. Although it sounded like Murong Yanxing's comfort to her, in fact... it was Murong Yanxing who was trying to comfort herself.

"By the way, I promised before that the baby is full moon, so let's go and see the general... Heyan." Mu Yutian thought of something and reached out to gently pull the corner of Murong Yanxing's clothes. "In the past few days, the sun has been in good shape and the weather is good. Why not let's go."

The geographical location of Yuchi Heyan’s cemetery is naturally the best.

The breeze on the mountain is gentle, and it will not be exposed to sunlight or water accumulation. There are green lawns beside you, which are completely peaceful and quiet.

There is a large open space around, and there are no other tombstones for others.

Yuchi Heyan's tombstone is also very concise.

Even the tombstone was written with the name Murong Yanxing had for him, not his family.

At the age of nearly thirty, Yuchi Heyan, who should have been the best man in his thirties, left this world forever at this time.

Almost all of his previous life was devoted to the passionate career he loved, so that... until now... he is still alone.

Mu Yutian suddenly felt a little sore in her nose.

She looked at the handsome photo of the tombstone captain Chi Heyan, put the flowers in her hand in front of his tombstone, straightened up, and sighed softly: "Sir President, I will call you this again. From now on, we will treat them as passing clouds and mists. I will also let time prove it to you. I will be the one who stays by Yanxing."

Murong Yanxing held Murong Jinyan with one hand and gently hugged Mu Yutian's body with the other hand.

He came to Yuchi Heyan's tombstone and said, "Did you see it? This is the regret of not believing in feelings. I even have my son, but you..."

Leaving so lonely...

"The day we sent He Yan away, his family finally appeared... but it was just a hurry." Yuchi Heyan said lightly, shook his head, "In the past, when his mother was still alive, his career was still supported by the huge support of his family background, but... because of his mother's accidental death, the family structure changed, and no one even looked at him when he was sick to death." Murong Yanxing sighed and shook his head.

"His family..." Mu Yutian pursed her lips, raised her eyes, and looked at Murong Yanxing, "We are his family, look... the name of the erected monument, isn't you?"

The atmosphere was faintly sad, and it turned back to normality.

The lost people will always bring short-term sadness to people. No one, no one, will always be immersed in darkness and sadness.

because……

The living people still have to continue their lives.

Just as Kaifeng thought before 6: It was correct.

Murong Yan's goal after his execution was indeed in such a position.

Without Yuchi Heyan, he could not imagine that there would be anyone else who could cooperate with him so well and understand each other.

Since... without such a person, it's better to do it yourself, but Murong Yanxing can't run for president by himself.
Chapter completed!