A drop of tear fell from Xia Qingqian’s right eye, bean-sized, as she smiled pale, "Auntie, if I didn’t find out about this, were you really planning to keep it from forever?" Her tone carried a hint of bla.
"Qing Qian, Zhenyu knew you ca to see him. This ti he will truly rest in peace and be relieved. Don’t bla your uncle and aunt for hiding it from you for so long. We emigrated suddenly so you wouldn’t know about Zhenyu’s matter."
The voice at the beginning was Zhenyu’s father’s, deep and resonant.
Xia Qingqian looked over, "Uncle, have you been well these years?" Her voice was faint, her brow twitching; how could they be well when they had been suffering the pain of losing a son all these years?
After paying respects to Qiao Zhenyu, Xia Qingqian sent Ye Feng and the accompanying bodyguards away.
"Uncle, I struggled to find you. I heard from your neighbors that you had already left London. I thought I would never see you again." Xia Qingqian was so emotional that she forgot manners and gently held the hand of the middle-aged lady, her gaze slowly drifting over the couple.
She saw their evasiveness, but she still asked the question that lingered in her heart.
"Auntie, Zhenyu... did he donate his heart to soone else?" Xia Qingqian knew she shouldn’t ntion such a heartbreaking issue for the elders, "Please tell , could you?"
The middle-aged lady unintentionally raised her gaze and noticed Ye Feng’s signaling glance from a distance. She understood that there were many things that shouldn’t be disclosed to Xia Qingqian.
"Qing Qian, we are very grateful for your feelings towards Zhenyu, but this matter has already been four years old. Shouldn’t we be putting the past behind us and looking to the future?" the middle-aged lady softly spoke. She noticed that Xia Qingqian should be happy now—otherwise, why would there be so many bodyguards around her?
Moreover, the son’s greatest regret was not being able to personally give Xia Qingqian happiness. Seeing her happy now, he should move on peacefully.
"Yes, child, Zhenyu will beco a thing of the past in your heart. You must tightly grasp your current happiness and not miss out. What Zhenyu most wanted to see was your happiness," the man chid in, both needing to follow their son’s wishes.
"No... it’s not like that... Auntie, Uncle, listen to , I have never done anything to betray Brother Zhenyu. Is it because I did sothing wrong that he didn’t want to know about his matters? If so, how long did he intend to keep it from ? How could he be so selfish?" Xia Qingqian cried, the tears she had held back for days now pouring out.
"Child, don’t cry, Auntie sees you crying and it makes Auntie feel troubled too..." The middle-aged lady bit her lip, covering her own chest with her right hand, having just regained composure. But seeing Xia Qingqian’s warm tears, all her strength turned to ashes in an instant; she realized she truly couldn’t let go.
She took out a piece of jade from her bag, placing it in Xia Qingqian’s palm, "This is the last thing Zhenyu left behind before he passed; I’ve kept it all along. Take it as a nto, Zhenyu will be watching you live happily from the heavens."
When Xia Qingqian touched the jade, a sharp pain spread through her palm, stabbing every nerve and hair.
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