In fact, in terms of filial piety, the people Mu Lichuan felt most sorry for were his parents.
Because he didn't leave a single word of his own to them. In his world, when he knew that his life was about to wither, the only one he wanted to arrange properly was Luo Qingchen.
The butler made tea and then retreated. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of jasmine.
"The only hope for me and the master in this life is Li Chuan." Mumu sighed deeply and said, "But when he knew that he only had so many days left in his life, we realized that the only person he missed in this life was you."
"I'm sorry, auntie, I was too stupid to understand him..." Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, stretched out her hand to wipe her tears and said, "I didn't stay with him when he needed me most, and I didn't accompany him through his life. The last period of my life.”
In fact, she also blamed herself. If she had been more persistent, maybe they could have had a few more beautiful days...
Mu Mu shook her head, gently touched the back of her hand and said, "No... Qingchen, do you know why we promised Li Lichuan to help him keep secrets from you?"
"I... I don't know."
Generally speaking, when her own son encounters this disease, the first thing a mother thinks about is how to treat him and how to keep him alive.
But Lan Zhi told her that Mu Lichuan's mother wanted to euthanize him in the hospital to avoid pain.
"Because Ebola virus is different from other terminal diseases, the doctor said that the feeling of contracting this virus is like needles piercing the body and outside the body. It is very painful..." Mu Mu sighed deeply and broke down in tears. Said: "But Li Chuan can hold on. Even though his whole body is shaking in pain, he keeps holding on... saying that he has something he must do and he can't die yet."
"Okay... it's been three years, why do you act like this every time you mention your son." Mu's father frowned and said, "Qingchen probably just knew the truth. She didn't take as long as us to adapt..."
Although Mu's father accused Mu's mother, Luo Qingchen knew that his old eyes were also very red.
"Don't be like this..." Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and smiled, "He must not want you to be like this either."
Mu Lichuan had nothing to say to his parents, probably because he felt that he had lived a good life and had no regrets.
And she... is probably his only regret.
"Knock knock knock—" the housekeeper knocked on the door twice and came forward and said, "Master and madam, the doctor who performs regular physical examinations has arrived and is already waiting downstairs."
When Luo Qingchen heard this, she pursed her lips and said, "Uncle and aunt, you go ahead. I'll sit here by myself for a while."
"Okay, Qingchen, please wait a moment."
"It's okay..."
The door was closed with a creak. She was sitting in this position the last time she came to Melbourne.
At that time, sitting opposite her was Lan Zhi.
She could really bear it, losing all her friends and her entire circle, but she was also doing the last thing for Mu Lichuan.
Luo Qingchen laughed to herself, a breeze blew by, she frowned slightly, stood up slightly and walked towards the window.
Back then... Lan Zhi stopped her very deliberately.
I didn't know why at first, but now I still can't find the answer.
And when she really stood in front of the window, she could feel what it felt like to have a sudden stagnation of breath and what it felt like to have her heart stop beating.
Looking around, the flower bushes on the left and right are surrounded by red peonies.
Inside are words made from petals of different colors, plus the red periphery, a total of seven colors, spelling out six words.
—Luo Qingchen, I love you. (To be continued)