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That night, I held Yuanyuan's gradually cold body, sitting at the entrance of the funeral home all night.
I really wanted to take him back, lay him on the small bed, kiss his little face again, and make his favorite shrimp dumplings.
But the funeral home staff let me see him for the last time, then took him from my hands.
When Yuanyuan was brought out again, he had already become ashes inside a small urn.
I never wanted to believe,
my beloved daughter since she was a child, how did she become a small square box?
I numbly walked all the way back home from the funeral home and placed the urn on her small bed.
At that moment, it seemed He Chen had just removed me from his blacklist, then sent me a WeChat message.
"Xu Lu, Jiang Fei and I are on tonight's flight, arriving tomorrow morning. If you don't want a divorce, I advise you to be at the airport on time tomorrow morning."
Throughout many years of marriage, every time he went on a business trip, I would always pick him up at the airport.
But this time, I directly opened his profile picture and pressed the delete button.
Yuanyuan has been afraid of the dark since she was little, she needed to hear me tell stories to fall asleep each time.
I didn't want He Chen to disturb her at this time, so after deleting him as a friend, I curled up next to Yuanyuan's small bed, telling her stories, hoping to catch her scent.
But I don't know if it's because she stayed in the hospital too long, the scent that belonged to Yuanyuan on this small bed had already faded, almost disappearing.