Chapter 874
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Qin Yinan stood by the roadside for a long time before walking toward his car. He only took a few steps when the phone in his pocket rang.
It was a WeChat notification.
Who sent me a message so late at night?
Qin Yinan pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. It was a message from Song Qingchun. "Tang Nuan is dead, one hour ago, in a car accident."
Qin Yinan's steps staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.
He struggled to stabilize his body and took a few steps forward. He leaned against his car and stared at the few numbers on the screen. He looked at them several times, and his face instantly turned pale.
The day after Qin Yinan's wedding, the day before Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian left for Shanghai, Tang Nuan's body was cremated.
That day, all of Tang Nuan's high school friends who were still in Beijing were there.
There were those who had once argued with her, those who were once like sisters to her, and those whom she had only met once … Of course, Qin Yinan, who had hated and loved her, Song Qingchun, who had been her friend and nemesis, and accompanying Song Qingchun was Su Zhinian, whom she had been infatuated with for her whole youth.
In the face of death, all love and hate became insignificant and not worth mentioning.
Everyone's mind was filled with the good things about Tang Nuan when she was alive.
When Tang Nuan's body turned to ash, many people cried. Even Qin Yinan's eyes were red. Other people placed bouquets of daisies before Tang Nuan's tombstone, but only he placed a bouquet of roses.
Some students whispered among themselves, "Qin Yinan is already married, does he still love Tang Nuan?"
Qin Yinan, who heard this, bit on his lips as he stared at the cold tombstone.
Did he love her? Did it matter whether he loved her or not? She was already dead. Before she died, she had given him a call, but he hadn't answered it.
He didn't think too much about why she would call him before she died, even though he knew deep down that it was because she had him in her heart.
But he thought, she also understood that he had never loved her. He only loved the girl she pretended to be to borrow books and pass on poems. And this bouquet of flowers was also for the girl he had wronged and missed in his youth.
Song Qingchun was the last to stand before Tang Nuan's tombstone. Before she said anything, her tears fell.
Be it the Tang Nuan she met when she was sixteen or the Tang Nuan who had passed away when she was twenty-six, at that moment, for her, the person buried inside this tombstone was the Tang Nuan who had been closest to her during high school.
Even Su Zhinian, who had always hated Tang Nuan, bowed slightly at her tombstone and placed a bouquet of flowers on it.
…
In the afternoon, the students who had gathered because of Tang Nuan went their separate ways.
Because of Qin Yinan's wedding and Tang Nuan's funeral, Song Qingchun did not have much time to grieve over the loss of Little Sesame.
Even at this moment, everything had already been settled. She was only sad for her Little Sesame for a moment, and was about to take off her black clothes, change into a bright gown, and attend the annual anniversary celebration held by the Song Empire.
However, no one expected something unexpected to happen at the anniversary celebration. The development of this matter was like a roller coaster, full of ups and downs, exciting and exciting.
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