"Miss Song, we meet again, are you here to visit Alice?"
Song Yaoyao met his eyes, "Of course."
"Oh! Alice must be very happy to see you!" Earl Lancaster said: "I apologize for offending your subordinates, please follow me."
With him leading the way, Song Yaoyao was not blocked this time.
When Song Yaoyao came here, she had already thought that Alice's condition would be very bad, but she didn't expect it to be so bad. She was lying on the big soft bed, her thin body sank into it, almost blending into the bed, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't even find her figure.
She only showed half of her small face, and because of her thinness, her jewel-like eyes were a little scary.
"It's Alice's honor to see you for the last time." Earl Lancaster stood behind Song Yaoyao and said in a low voice.
There was lingering sadness in his tone, as if he couldn't accept all this at all.
Song Yaoyao's expression was very calm, she asked: "Can I be alone with her for a while?"
After the words fell, Earl Lancaster did not immediately agree.
Song Yaoyao said: "If you are worried, you can find someone to watch me, I won't do anything to her."
"All right."
Earl Lancaster thought for a while, nodded and agreed.
"I'm sorry Miss Song, I just love her too much."
Song Yaoyao nodded, and watched a female nurse walk into the ward under Lancaster's instructions, and stood at the door looking at her.
Song Yaoyao sat down beside Alice's bed.
Alice's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. She didn't know how much she had heard from the conversation with Earl Lancaster just now.
"YOYO."
"Alice, are you all right?"
Hearing this, Alice chuckled lightly, and she tried her best to close her eyes. Such a simple movement, but it seemed so strenuous for her to do it.
"I look bad, don't I?"
"Well..." Song Yaoyao blinked, "Do you want to tell the truth?"
"Well, I already know what you want to say."
The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.
The slightly obese nurse stared at the two suspiciously, not understanding what was so funny about this conversation. But remembering the earl's order, she still stared at Song Yaoyao very vigilantly.
Song Yaoyao didn't seem to feel it, and directly ignored the surveillance gaze.
Alice smiled and laughed, tears suddenly fell down.
She opened her lips, weakly stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and held Song Yaoyao's, "I don't want to die."
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry, Alice."
"Of course it's not your fault, YOYO," Alice said seriously, "I'm very lucky to have met you."
The two didn't get along for long, and the nurse almost interrupted their conversation, "Sorry, Miss Alice should be resting."
Song Yaoyao nodded, stuffed Alice's hand back under the quilt, and stood up.
Before leaving, Alice suddenly stopped her.
"YOYO!"
Song Yaoyao turned her head.
Alice struggled to squeeze out a big smile, "Will you come see me off the day I leave?"
Song Yaoyao nodded, "I will."
…
Alice didn't even make it to the next day.
She seemed to hold her breath tightly, just to see Song Yaoyao for the last time. With her long-cherished wish fulfilled, she can finally leave with peace of mind.
But for all Lancaster's properties, white flags are hung on the door. The entire island was flying with flags representing death, and the air was filled with lingering depression.
The funeral was rushed, and the memorial service was scheduled for the same day.
Song Yaoyao went to Alice's funeral in person, and at the door, she met Yuna with red eyes. Song Yaoyao was surprised that this sister who was against Alice would cry for Alice's death.
Noticing Song Yaoyao's eyes, Yuna immediately straightened her chest, gave her a hard look, turned her head and left.
A quick smile flashed across Song Yaoyao's eyes, and she followed the crowd into the room.
Alice put on a complicated and gorgeous tutu and lay in the exquisite crystal coffin. There were flowers around her, and with light makeup on, she looked as if she was asleep, with a ruddy complexion.
Song Yaoyao walked around the coffin, finally bent down and put the flowers beside her.
"Miss Song, thank you for coming."
Madam Celia did not know when she stood beside Song Yaoyao.
"I'm friends with Alice."
Song Yaoyao looked at her, Madam Celia's eyes flashed, and she bowed her head to Song Yaoyao without any trace.
The funeral was about to end after the memorial service, and neither Song Yaoyao nor Mrs. Celia went. Mrs. Celia said she didn't want to see the picture of her daughter buried in the mud, and she would rather let everything stay in the present.
Most of the people followed to the cemetery, only a few people were there.
Song Yaoyao went to the bathroom, but was bumped hard when she came out.
"Well-"
She snorted and raised her head, clutching her aching arm.
It was a man with chestnut hair. He realized that he had bumped into someone. He stopped immediately and apologized sincerely. "I'm sorry."
Song Yaoyao met the man's eyes, and found that there was a smile in the depths of his eyes, but the expression on his face was extremely sincere, which made him seem to be divided into two different individuals, which was extremely weird.
Song Yaoyao couldn't describe that feeling, and her perception told her that this person was not kind.
"It doesn't matter."
"Oh, even though I said that, I still have to say something seriously to you, sorry."
At this moment, a woman's call came from afar.
"Honey, it's time for us to go to the cemetery."
"Oh! Come on!"
The man smiled apologetically at her and left quickly.
Song Yaoyao followed behind him, looking over casually. The woman looked to be about twenty-five years old, and the long black dress outlined her sexy figure. She hugged the man, and the two exchanged kisses.
When Xiangxi left, Song Yaoyao suddenly felt cold.
She raised her eyebrows and looked, and the woman she had never seen before had already withdrawn her gaze and left with the man.
"Who is she?" Song Yaoyao asked.
"Louis' favorite daughter."
Beside him stood Celia with a calm expression.
The hall gradually became quiet and empty.
"Oh? Isn't Alice the one he loves?"
"Oh." Celia smiled and looked at Song Yaoyao, "Yeah, I used to think so too. Until I found out that before marrying me, he still had a beloved first love."
"ah… "
Song Yaoyao sighed, "That's really a tragedy." After she finished speaking, she stroked her sleeves and nodded to Celia, "My condolences."
In a while, Alice should be buried, right? Then she didn't need to stay any longer.
After Song Yaoyao said this to Celia, she left.
…
Song Yaoyao's original purpose was to visit Alice. On the night of her burial, Song Yaoyao returned to China by private plane.
On the plane, the girl in a gorgeous tutu slowly opened her eyes.