Madam Murong opened her mouth with pain on her face. She could no longer breathe in oxygen. She said with difficulty: "You...you...love him well, and...take care of...him..."
Ji Mianmian looked solemn and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely do it. He is my husband and the only person I love. Of course I will love him well and take good care of him. I will always be with him."
Madam Murong's painful face finally softened a little. Ji Mianmian's words were exactly what she wanted to hear most.
That was the last person she cared about, the person she felt guilty for, but she couldn't make up for anything.
Ji Mianmian looked at Madam Murong's painful look, and saw her looking at Murong Mian at the last moment of her life. She knew that she wanted him to talk to him, but he did not come forward.
Ji Mianmian sighed silently in her heart, and she called out one last time: "Mom."
It was impossible for her to hear this word from Murong Mian, so she might as well call it for him.
No matter what, it can be regarded as a mother-son scene after all.
Besides, this is a real mother-in-law, so she should be called her.
If so, her "Mom" can make her feel more at ease when she leaves, and it's worth it.
Madam Murong's pupils slowly dilated, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and her hands dropped.
The heartbeat and pulse of the bedside instrument changed from waves to a straight line.
Madam Murong, dead!
The last thing on her face was a smile, shallow and gentle.
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Murong Mian looked at Madam Murong's peaceful face, her mood was calm without any ripples. Madam Murong's life and death could no longer affect him.
Ji Mianmian felt a little sad in her heart. Mrs. Murong's life was not long, but she had experienced a lot. It could also be said to be a rough half of her life. The grudge between her and Murong Mian would eventually turn into dust with her death.
Ji Mianmian sighed in her heart. She never expected that the two of them would have this kind of relationship in the end.
In fact, she should have thought of it a long time ago. If it weren't for this relationship, how could Madam Murong have such trust and dependence on him.
However, she must have hurt him severely at first, and in the end, she wanted to beg for his forgiveness, but he didn't even want to pay attention.
Dust to dust, dust to dust, everything is meaningless.
Ji Mianmian was worried that Murong Mian would feel sad, so she held his hand and looked up at his side face.
He didn't move, his eyes seemed to be staring at Mrs. Murong who was covered with a white cloth on the bed.
He was very calm, and Mrs. Murong's death did not seem to have affected him much.
Ji Mianmian held his hand tightly. Although he seemed cold-blooded, she was his biological mother after all. How could she be so ruthless
If he was really indifferent, why would he have traveled thousands of miles to help Mrs. Murong win the family property? How could he face Mrs. Jones alone without fear of danger after she was kidnapped
She said she was going to help Mrs. Murong collect the body, but was that really true? Maybe only he knows it in his heart.
Ji Mianmian has been standing beside Murong Mian, not leaving or speaking, just staying with her quietly.
After a long time, Murong Mian turned to Ji Mianmian and said, "We have to prepare for the funeral again. We may be very busy later."
There was a smile on his face, a clean smile, and there was no fog in his eyes. They were dark, deep, and clear, as if all the dust had been washed away.
Ji Mianmian held Murongmian's hand tightly and couldn't help but call out: "Husband..."