Madam Murong's eyes were sore as if a handful of sand had been thrown into her eyes. She said: "You promised to compensate me, but you betrayed me again. None of the things you promised me were fulfilled..."
Madam Murong's voice was hoarse, and every word she spoke was like skin rubbing against the rough ground, making people feel pain.
It was very cold in the morgue, Ji Mianmian was shivering from the cold, and Mrs. Murong's voice made her feel sad in her heart.
The most painful thing in life is probably the separation from your lover.
Ji Mianmian trusted Madam Murong's health. A normal person would not be able to bear it even if she stayed here for a long time. What's more, Madam Murong was so weak and she hadn't eaten for more than a day.
She said: "Madam, let's go out first."
Madam Murong shook her head: "I wanted to stay with him for a while. When he was alive, I couldn't come to see him. I thought he would survive, but... I didn't expect that he would leave so cruelly."
Ji Mianmian thought about it and said: "Madam, no matter what, the misunderstanding between you and your husband has finally been solved. At least, the final facts let you know that he has loved you all these years, not that Mrs. Jones. Your efforts are not in vain, sir... I'm not lying to you, please be more open-minded."
"Yeah, he didn't lie to me, he didn't lie to me..."
"Go out first, madam. You need to eat now. Sir, I don't want to see you like this. Let's go... madam."
Ji Mianmian's words may have touched Mrs. Murong to some extent. Ji Mianmian half supported and half dragged her out of the morgue.
After coming out, I met Murong Mian, who brought some food to the two of them.
Madam Murong shook her head, she couldn't eat it.
Ji Mianmian said: "Eat as much as you can. What sir wants to see is you living a good life."
With Murong Mian's persuasion, she finally ate something.
After she finished her meal, the doctor confirmed that her physical condition had improved, and then he took out a letter and gave it to her: "Madam, this is... I found it under Mr.'s pillow and it is for you. In the past month, Mr. Every time when I feel a little better, I will take out a piece of paper and write a few words. This letter took me many times to finish."
Murong Fu received the letter tremblingly, and she almost didn't have the strength to open it.
The handwriting on the letter is very messy, which shows that the person who wrote the letter has little strength in his hands.
After a long time, after reading the letter, Mrs. Murong's shoulders gradually began to twitch. Ji Mianmian wanted to comfort her, but the doctor shook his head.
Slowly, she heard Mrs. Murong's suppressed and choked cries. Then, her cries gradually grew louder, and finally she burst into tears, crying like a child.
She shouted: "I regret it, I regret it... I shouldn't have stopped coming to see you, I shouldn't have doubted you... I really regret it... "
Ji Mianmian felt extremely uncomfortable listening to Mrs. Murong's cries, and her tears fell down.
She tugged on Murong Mian's arm.
Murong Mian lowered his head and saw the tears on her face, stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms: "I will never leave you."
Ji Mianmian said with a strong nasal voice: "Go and comfort her."
Murong Mian wiped away her tears: "Then don't cry."
Ji Mianmian nodded.
Murong Mian walked up to Madam Murong and said, "There is no resurrection after death."
But after he finished speaking, Mrs. Murong suddenly hugged him and cried loudly: "Randy, you are the only one I have left, you are the only one left..."