After Li Yue took Ye Jingyi to a paper-made shop to buy things, the two of them took a taxi to the cemetery.

Because Lu Ziyao's tombstone was not in the cemetery, the two women found a place in the corner of the cemetery to start the memorial service.

In the light of fire, Li Yue looked at Ye Jingyi's face full of sadness and fatigue.

Inexplicably, she thought of herself.

At the beginning, she thought that when Yunyu passed away, she might have been the same as Ye Jingyi?

There is nothing greater than the death of the heart.

"Zi Yao..."

Sitting on the stone, Ye Jingyi looked at the firelight in the sky, and tears finally burst out from her eyes.

"Mom, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you..."

Her tears made Li Yue feel sad even more.

The time Ye Jingyi cried in the cemetery, Li Yue stayed with her for as long as she had.

Perhaps because he thought Li Yue was trustworthy and lost his friend on the same day, Ye Jingyi trusted Li Yue very much.

While crying, she told Li Yue about Lu Ziyao's past.

When she finished speaking, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Seeing that it was getting late, Li Yue could only support Ye Jingyi while comforting her and took her into the taxi back to the hotel.

"My husband should have returned to the hotel at this time."

After getting into the taxi, Ye Jingyi took a deep breath and lowered her voice and spoke:

"If you see my husband later, don't tell him what's going on here."

Li Yue nodded, "Your current gentleman..."

"He is my former teacher."

A bitter smile spread across Ye Jingyi's lips, "He has liked me for many years. We used to be each other's first love, but later my family disliked him for being old and forced us to separate."

"Later, I married Zi Yao's father."

"A few years ago, Zi Yao and her father left one after another. I met my current husband again, and we were together again."

A woman over fifty-year-old closed her eyes, "My husband doesn't like me mentioning my past and daughter. He thinks that he didn't protect me well at the beginning, so that I could become someone else's wife, give birth to someone else's daughter, and endure half of my life's storm."

The woman's words made Li Yue's heart tremble slightly.

Before, it was difficult for her to judge the relationship between the deaths of Lu Shouqing and Lu Ziyao and Jiang Shanrong.

But now I heard Ye Jingyi say this...

She had guessed most of it.

Perhaps, this medical master, Mr. Jiang, is not as brilliant as he looks on the surface.

Not long after, the taxi arrived at the Sailing Hotel.

As soon as Li Yue accompanied Ye Jingyi into the hotel gate, she ran into the man waiting in the hotel lobby.

Jiang Shanrong, like the information found by Li Yue before, had white hair and gold-rimmed glasses, looked serious, cold and noble.

He had a cold face, his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked at Ye Jingyi with cold eyes:

“Where did you go?”

Ye Jingyi paused and held Li Yue's hand with a smile, "This is a new friend I met today, named Li Yue."

"We both went out for coffee together."

"Drinking coffee so late?"

Jiang Shanrong looked at Ye Jingyi coldly, then at Li Yue beside her, and his voice was cold and arrogant: "What time is it? Why don't you go back and rest quickly!?"

Ye Jingyi nodded humbly, broke away from Li Yue's hand, walked to him and held his arm:

"I'll wait until you're bored before leaving."

"Let's go up and rest now."

After saying that, she said goodbye to Li Yue with a smile:

"Li Yue, goodbye."

"etc."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Li Yue smiled and raised her head:
Chapter completed!