Chapter 859
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The photo on the tombstone was personally chosen by Xu Jiamu. Not long after Han Ruchu married Xu Wanli, the two of them went on their honeymoon, and Xu Wanli took a photo of her.
In the photo, Han Ruchu was smiling brightly, her eyes brimming with youthful confidence.
In Xu Jiamu's memory, Han Ruchu had never smiled like this. In front of him, she was very loving, and pretended to be very loving with Xu Wanli, but when she turned around, she would look at him coldly, as though they had nothing to do with each other.
When Xu Jiamu received the call and heard that Han Ruchu had committed suicide, he really broke down. Even on the way to the hospital, he thought about how she was clearly willing to talk to him last night. He already told her that he would wait for her to come out, so why did she have to die?
But when the flames burned her body into ashes, his heart suddenly calmed down.
His mother indeed didn't blame him, but she didn't want to live anymore.
When she told him "Jiamu, take good care of yourself", she was already prepared to commit suicide.
He thought that when she said those words, she probably regretted the tragic path she had taken. But it was already too late, there was no turning back. She had hated and resented her entire life. Suddenly, one day, she had to let go of the hatred and resentment in her heart. She probably didn't know how to continue living, so she could only choose to die.
Death was the end of everything, vanishing into thin air. Everything had come to an end.
And then, what about her? She could finally break free.
Xu Jiamu also understood that to Han Ruchu, death was far better than living.
When she was alive, she wasn't happy every day and night. She hated every moment, she turned herself into a demon, neither human nor ghost.
But when the burial was over, Xu Jiamu couldn't help but cry in front of Han Ruchu's tombstone.
No matter what, she was still his mother. No matter how wrong she was, she was still his mother, the one who bore him for ten months, the one who brought him up through all the hardships.
In her entire life, she had never truly treated anyone well, but she truly, wholeheartedly treated him well.
When Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi left, it was already five in the morning. A light drizzle was falling from the sky.
It was an early spring night. It was raining, but it was still bone-chilling cold. He removed his suit jacket and draped it over her. Holding her hand, they walked down the steps in the rain towards the bottom of the cemetery.
The two of them still didn't talk. In fact, they didn't need to talk. Sometimes, silent companionship was better than a thousand words.
By the time they returned to the city, it was already seven in the morning and the sky was already bright. She took the opportunity while he showered to go downstairs to buy breakfast.
When they reached home, she placed the breakfast on the dining table. She walked over to the disinfection cabinet and carried the plates out. Just as she placed them on the table, the bedroom door opened. Xu Jiamu walked out with a head full of wet hair. In his hand was her phone. "Phone."
As he spoke, the ringtone of his phone rang.
Song Xiangsi reached her hand out to take it. She glanced at the caller ID, then picked up the call. "Xiangsi, what time will you be at the hospital today?"
Song Xiangsi instinctively glanced over at Xu Jiamu, who was drying his hair with a towel. She pursed her lips and said, "I'm a little busy these days, I'll contact you in a few days, okay?"
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