The next day, Lin Ciye buried the person and buried him at the door, but when he was engraving the inscription, Lin Ciye didn't know what to engrave because he knew this person at all.

In the end, Ying Yi stood up.

Lin Ciye gave Yingyi the thing and turned back to the yard, but he always felt like he was empty.

As soon as the shadow quickly carved the monument, it hid in the dark.

The snow in the sky is still falling, fluttering like white paper money at a funeral.

Lin Ciye felt palpitations when he looked at Xue outside the door, and his heart became more and more painful until he fainted on the ground.

Later he was carried to the bed by the shadow guard.

Yingyi and Yingyi, who came back from the mission, leaned against the wall and talked.

"What's wrong with this, my master?"

Ying Er just came back and didn't know what happened.

"The little master is dead... the master must be too sad."

"Ah, that master must be very sad."

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly for a moment, and both returned to the darkness.

When Lin Ciye woke up again, he sat in the bed for a long time before getting out of bed.

The snow in the sky became smaller. As soon as Lin Ciye left the gate, he saw the tombstone next to him. He squatted down and wiped off the snow on the tombstone - "The Tomb of Beloved Wife Shen Qingbai"

Lin Ciye was stunned for a moment and went back to the house and walked straight to the stove. With his subconscious reaction, he made many dishes, but none of them were the dishes he particularly liked to eat. But why did he cook? Does his beloved wife like to eat?

Is his name Shen Qingbai?

Lin Ciye waved his hand and called Yingyi and Yingyi, and was silent for a while before speaking.

“…Who is Shen Qingbai?”

Yingyi and Yingyi looked at each other.

"Little master." "Your wife."

"What?"

Yingyi and Yingyi looked at each other again.

"Your wife." "Little master."

“…go down.”

After driving the person away, Lin Ciye picked up the chopsticks and ate the vegetables like chewing wax, but he no longer felt happy before.

After dinner, Lin Ciye went back to the house to sleep, but felt that the quilt was very cold today, and it was even colder on people's body, which was so cold that it was heartbroken.

When he woke up, he subconsciously relaxed his arms, but when he felt that there was nothing in his arms, he sat up again and touched the position next to him. No one...

Lin Ciye put on his clothes and went out, sat under the eaves to watch the snow. After sitting for a while, his face felt so cold that it hurt. He went back to the room and brought a quilt, but it was not covered, so he hugged it in his arms, as if there was someone in his arms.

"Xingyi."

"Subordinate is here."

"I... my wife is not very good?"

"Yes."

Lin Ciye calmed down, but he didn't seem to be thinking. Yingyi knelt on the ground for a while before he heard his master speak again.

"You bring people back and wait a week before bringing people here."

"master……"

"go back."

"yes!"

After everyone left, Lin Ciye was the only one left here, which seemed extremely empty.

Lin Ciye lived here for a week, and the snow stopped and fell continuously. Lin Ciye cooked every day to sweep the snow and watched the snow. His life seemed to be going on in an orderly manner.

But who knew what he was thinking? One day he suddenly stopped sweeping the snow and sat inside and looked out.

The wind and snow outside the door are entangled and disappearing in the vast white world. The quiet years are still the same. When they come, they come slowly, when they leave in a hurry, and when they are vicissitudes of life, they are alone.

He thought, he might miss his wife; he thought, he might have to find his wife.

He didn't know why he forgot his wife, but he knew that the person he loved the most must be Shen Qingbai.

His wife is very good and well-behaved, and she must have been waiting for him all the time. He can't make people wait in a hurry.

Lin Ciye walked out of the door, walked to the dug-out coffin, lay in, and hugged the cold-filled person in his arms.

Wife, I miss you, but I forgot about you. Will I apologize to you?

It was snowing and snowing, and when Yingyi and others came to the courtyard again as Lin Ciye told him, Lin Ciye had lost his breath.

Yingyi stopped for a while, but he didn't expect that the person who was thunderous in the officialdom would eventually be defeated in the love field, or even sacrificed his love. He sighed slightly and ordered the person behind him.
Chapter completed!