Chu Ci's mind was filled with Xiaoye's shadow. When he thought of Xiaoye's appearance, when he thought of Xiaoye calling her mother for the first time, when he thought of Xiaoye's pounced on her arms, his heart was like a knife.

The heart was sore. Chu Ci held the sofa next to him and took a few breaths secretly, waiting for the throbbing pain in his heart to pass.

Liang Sheng wanted to speak but stopped. Chu Ci was in an extraordinary period now, so he was not easy to persuade him. If he was not careful, he would add fuel to the fire.

Chu Ci went to the room where Xiaoye lived again, hugged the clothes that Xiaoye wore, and tears fell down again.

She curled herself up and bit Xiaoye's clothes in sorrow: "Xiaoye, Xiaoye..."

Chu Ci kept calling the child's name, smelling the familiar breath where the child had been, looking at the things Xiaoye used and passed by, and looking at the photos of Xiaoye on the bedside table, the sadness was also infinitely expanded.

Chu Ci finally burst into tears, and she tasted the heartbroken taste again.

Xue Yao and Liang Sheng were listening to the crying outside the door, and they were in a very heavy mood.

"It's not a solution to continue like this. Sooner or later, something will happen." Xue Yao was very anxious: "Mr. Liang, Tang Qing, why haven't you seen anyone for several days? Is he really with that woman named Tong? Chu

When he was trapped in pain, how could he still have the heart to be romantic and elegant?"

Xue Yao was indignant. When Chu Ci needed Tang Qing the most, he left with another woman, which naturally made people angry.

"He may have his own reasons." Liang Sheng didn't know why Tang Qing went to Hong Kong with Tong Yuya, so he had to say good things to his brothers.

Xue Yao looked at the door worriedly, listened to the crying inside, and murmured softly: "A woman's heart is very fragile. Even if he has millions of reasons, he shouldn't leave at this time. If he missed something, then he would never leave forever.

I missed the land and could not be saved. If I don’t have it when I need it most, I won’t need it in the future.”

Liang Sheng couldn't understand such a profound philosophy of love. Women are emotional and men are rational. He didn't understand what Xue Yao meant.

The next day.

Chu Ci packed up his things early in the morning, all of which were Xiaoye's clothes and toys and photos on the head of the bed.

Liang Shengchen came back from the ancestral hall and saw Chu Ci carrying the suitcase. He was stunned for a moment: "Chu Ci, what are you doing? Where are you going?"

"Go home." Chu Ci didn't raise his head.

Yujingyuan is not her home, she wants to bring all Xiaoye’s things back to the Ruan family.

When he heard that Chu Ci was leaving, Liang Sheng hurriedly said, "Chu Ci, even if you want to leave, you will wait for Tang Qing to come back before leaving. How can I explain to Tang Qing if you do this?"

Liang Sheng snatched the suitcase, and Xue Yao also dragged the big box downstairs. He was almost crying: "Two aunts, what are you making trouble? Don't make trouble, live here, everything is waiting.

Tang Qing comes back and talks about it.”

Chu Ci did not compete with Liang Sheng either. She just looked at him and her tone was extremely light: "If you still recognize me as a friend, put down the box."

Chu Ci's eyes were very red and swollen, and the eyes were covered with blood. She didn't sleep all night last night. No one knew how she survived from dark to dawn, from dawn to dark.

Liang Sheng's eyes touched Chu Ci's eyes, and he couldn't bear it, so he let go: "Chu Ci, I know you feel very, very uncomfortable now, but you have to look forward, Xiao Ye's... the body was not found, everything will be left.

There is a turning point."

When talking about the word "corpse", Liang Sheng felt a little hurt. After all, he was watching the child grow up little by little.

Chu Ci lowered his eyes and said nothing about the mystery. She could not express her grief in her heart and her debt to the child.

Chu Ci left with her suitcase. As soon as she left, Liang Sheng immediately called Tang Qing: "Chu Ci has returned to Ruan's house."

Huang Wei drove to pick up Chu Ci, and everything was brought into the car, but Chu Ci did not return to Ruan's house immediately.

"Go to Minjiang."

Huang Wei felt a little sad when he heard that Chu Ci was going to Minjiang: "Mr. Ruan, it may rain today, so it's better to go there another day."

Chu Ci looked at the dark sky outside the window and said, "Today is Xiaoye's first seventh."

Upon hearing this, Huang Wei no longer persuaded him. The quiet Chu Ci made people even more frightened. No one knew what kind of bloody heart was hidden under her calmness.

Xue Yao, who was sitting beside her, originally wanted to persuade her, but her words changed to: "Just go to Minjiang."

It is impossible for Chu Ci to not go to that place, let alone today's Xiaoye's first seventh day.

Huang Wei drove there, and as soon as the car arrived at the Minjiang River, raindrops began to fall.

The police have not salvaged here. According to the speed and time of the water flow, and the water level of the river has risen these days, and people have been washed to a place hundreds of kilometers away, so they cannot be salvaged here.

Xue Yao held a black umbrella and covered Chu Ci's head.

Chu Ci looked at the river and felt sad. Before he could speak, his voice choked again: "Yaoyao, I hate myself so much."

Hate your incompetence.

It was she who brought the disaster to Xiaoye.

"Xiao Ci, don't do this, this is something that no one can predict."

The wind by the river was very cold, but it was less than one ten thousandth of what Chu Ci thought. She no longer cared about herself.

She is still alive just a shell.

Huang Wei and Xue Yao were worried that Chu Ci would jump down and seek death, so they were always in a row and didn't dare to blink.

Chu Ci stayed by the river for a day. When it was dark, Xue Yao had already advised her for the thirteenth time: "Xiao Ci, go back."

Xue Yao thought Chu Ci would stay here forever, but she suddenly said, "Okay."

Chu Ci's answer made Xue Yao stunned for a moment, and then shrugged Huang Wei and asked him to drive the car over.

When he returned to the Ruan family, Chu Ci placed Xiaoye's things in his room and locked himself in the room again.

This lock has not been out for several days, and the Ruan Group has no control over all the affairs of the Ruan Group, and they allow the third and fourth sons of Ruan to fight.

Xue Yao asked Huang Wei to climb the window and see Chu Ci. He didn't find any mistakes and sat in front of the table without knowing what was written. This made me feel relieved.

Chu Ci wrote Buddhist scriptures, which were the mantras of rebirth that she copied for Xiaoye.

Chu Ci kept writing for a few days, and his hands were almost ruined. Her hands couldn't hold the pen and kept trembling and refused to stop.

Just when Xue Yao and Lin Feng couldn't persuade him, Zuo Yuntang came.

Zuo Yuntang stood at the door with a crutch and knocked on: "Chu Ci, it's me, can I open the door?"

Hearing Zuo Yuntang's voice, Chu Ci's eyes turned and he suddenly looked up. She sat without moving, but her movements stopped.

Chu Ci did not open the door, and Zuo Yuntang's voice came again: "Chu Ci, my legs hurt, I can't stand for long."

Chu Ci remembered that Zuo Yuntang injured her leg in the flood, and his eyes were hesitant...

Xue Yao was so anxious: "Can this work?"

Zuo Yuntang stared at the door: "Maybe it can..."
Chapter completed!