This is the anti-theft chapter. Ye Ling buried Liu Shu. It was already three days later.

She stood in front of Liu Shu's tomb and put the flowers on it.

"Aunt Shu, I'm leaving." She whispered, "I've said goodbye to my parents. After saying goodbye to you, I'll leave Liucheng."

A gust of wind blew, causing the small tree next to the tombstone to rust, as if responding to Ye Ling's words.

Liu Shu's gentle eyes appeared in Ye Ling's mind again.

Ye Ling's eyes were sore and she choked and said, "If it weren't for me, you would definitely be very happy now. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have left so early."

She knelt down and kowtowed three times to Liu Shu's tombstone.

"Aunt Shu, I will definitely avenge you and your parents."

"I will not let anyone involved in this matter go unpunished."

"I want them all to taste the suffering you and your parents suffer!"

I don’t know when the sun shrouded in the clouds, and the dark sky seemed to fall.

A storm is coming.

Ye Ling stood up and looked at Liu Shu with a smile on the tombstone reluctantly, and finally left.

Outside the car window, the crackling raindrops rolled backwards, Ye Ling leaned against the window, looking at the beautiful hibiscus on both sides of the street, the deep and shallow purple was shrouded in the hazy rain, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

She remembered that Liu Shu once told her that the flower language of hibiscus is tenacity.

The car finally stopped at her door.

Wang Honglei called over.

"I have to go home to pack my things, wait for me for an hour." Ye Ling said.

Wang Honglei didn't mind: "I'll pick you up in an hour."

When Ye Ling returned home, he went to the master bedroom to clean up the things scattered all over the floor.

Everything in this room has not changed. Her parents' clothes are still hung in the wardrobe, there are photos of three people on the bedside table, and there are pairs of graffiti from Ye Ling when he was a child on the wall.

But these things are old, so old that they can no longer be the same as before.

Everyone has left, and it is useless to keep things.

Ye Ling packed up his clothes and carefully placed the album at the bottom of the box.

There are photos of her, her parents and Liu Shu inside.

This is her most precious treasure.

Before leaving, Ye Ling walked to the front of the stove, lit the fire, and burned the notebook in his hand.

This records all the patterns on the coffin she copied, and some of these patterns were written by Liu Shu.

"Juntian seals Canglang here."

This is one of the sentences she knew that were carved on the coffin, and the only sentence she could understand.

The coffin and rubbing are indeed related to Emperor Juntian, so this notebook cannot be kept.

She could only remember these things firmly in her mind. Only those things in her mind could not be stolen.

Ye Ling looked at the familiar house with nostalgia for the last time, and finally closed the door, locking this precious past belonging to Liucheng.

It seemed that the faint wish that people would last forever in my ears. The sunlight after the rain shone on the already very old little yellow duck through the light blue curtains.

But there was no Liu Shu who was reading a book inside, and Xiao Ye Ling who was holding her mother and acting cute.

On the plane to Yancheng, there were only two people in the first class cabin, Wang Honglei and Ye Ling.

Ye Ling had not spoken to Wang Honglei, but just looked out the window with a blank expression.

Wang Honglei said: "Do you hate me?"

Ye Ling didn't say anything.

Wang Honglei chuckled and said, "You should actually hate yourself the most."

Ye Ling suddenly turned her head. Because she hadn't had much rest for three days, her eyes were very red, her face was pale, her cheeks were thin, and she looked very gloomy.

Wang Honglei praised in his heart. Wang Shuyun was a famous beauty in the Wang family back then. He didn't expect her daughter to be more beautiful. Even now, she is still amazingly beautiful.
Chapter completed!