Ye Jiaqi spoke to Zhuo Yuanhang in a low voice. Because she cried so hard, she leaned weakly on the tombstone and could hardly support herself.

I talked for a long time, sometimes my words were incoherent, and I didn’t even know what I was talking about.

Josnian supported her and put a stack of paper money in her hand: "Here."

Ye Jiaqi knew what it meant, but the tears still flowed down uncontrollably, and he couldn't stop them no matter what.

Even at this moment, she didn't feel that Zhuo Yuanhang was gone and that he really had to go.

The flames flickered and the paper ashes flew far away.

Through the firelight, Josnian stared at Ye Jiaqi's delicate face. She cried so hard that her eyes were swollen, and her hair and collar were covered with tears.

He was crying like this and there was nothing he could do to persuade her.

It's human nature.

Even if he had nothing to do with Zhuo Yuanhang, he would be moved at this time.

The fog has not dispersed for a long time, and the sky is also gray. Especially here in the cemetery, it is cold and quiet, and the smallest sound will be amplified many times.

Ye Jiaqi burned some paper money for Zhuo Yuanhang. She stared blankly at the flames dancing, her eyes dull.

Zhuo Yuanhang really has to leave her...

It's like I'm dreaming.

"Good day!" Josnian suddenly took her hand, "Be careful not to touch the fire."

She was in a daze just now, and her fingers almost touched the flames.

"You let me touch it and it hurts, then I will know if it is true." She didn't want to believe it.

"Jia Qi, don't hurt yourself. Zhuo Yuanhang doesn't want to see you like this." Josnian was rational after all. "I said, he just changed his way of accompanying you. You have to be strong."

"Where are his paintings?" Ye Jiaqi looked at Josnian.

Josnian then handed her a handbag, which contained paintings that Zhuo Yuanhang painted during his year in Qingshan Village.

"Principal Wang went to the place where Zhuo Yuanhang lived to find out everything. There are many calligraphy and paintings. If you want to keep them, keep some. If you don't want to keep them, burn them." Josnian said.

Ye Jiaqi opened a painting, which showed a quiet and peaceful small courtyard.

She recognized it, it was the small courtyard where she lived, and the flowers and plants in the painting were all those she planted!

There was finally a smile on her lips.

She looked at each picture one by one. The paintings were very good and had everything.

There are temples at the end of the village, ginkgo trees by the water, abstract goldfish, and cute children...

Some paintings have blood stains on them.

Josnian explained to her on the side: "He is in the late stage of a serious illness and coughs up blood, so there is blood on some of the paintings."

"He always hides it well in front of me..." Ye Jiaqi looked dazed, "I've only seen blood on his sleeves once. It would be nice if I cared more about him..."

"Jia Qi, don't blame yourself. You and I are both mortal and there is nothing we can do."

There were so many paintings that Ye Jiaqi was reluctant to burn them all, so she lost some paintings in the fire.

The drawing paper turned into ashes almost instantly.

Josnian saw her reluctance: "If you really can't bear to throw away the rest, I will help you store them in a safe in the bank."

Ye Jiaqi held drawing paper in his hand.

Yes, I can’t bear to...

But no matter how reluctant she was to let him go, Zhuo Yuanhang had already left her, and she couldn't bear to look at these paintings again.

She finally made up her mind and threw the rest of the drawing paper in her hand into the fire.

Paper dust filled the air, taking away all the past.
Chapter completed!