ecurity guards and rushed towards Zhou Miao with a ferocious expression.Before she could reach Zhou Miao, Xiang Yu kicked her in the abdomen. She stumbled backward several steps, leaned against a vase...Domestic...

Towards the end, she gently stroked her head and let out a pained groan.

It turns out she has already returned to her country.

She racked her brain, but all she could remember was getting off the plane and waiting in the lounge. Then...she remembered nothing else.

"How are you feeling Is your head still hurting" Menglan approached her, her concerned eyes fixed on her face.

"But Wanye held onto her hand, a hint of surprise in her eyes. 'I don't have anything going on, I just... why am I here'"

"Don't you remember" Meng Lan looked at her, "You were in a coma. The doctor said you were severely malnourished. You definitely didn't eat well during your time abroad, did you"

It turns out he was in a coma.

After hearing the answer, Xiang Wan pressed her head and let out a pained groan.

"I don't remember, but thank you. If it weren't for you staying by my side all this time, I probably wouldn't have been found even if I had been unconscious all night." Xiang Wan looked at her, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Saying thank you would be too much." Meng Lan's lips curved into a smile. "We haven't eaten breakfast yet, have we Feng Mu bought some, and I just saw there were some that patients could eat. You should eat a little bit."

Saying that, she reached out and untied the packaging bag, taking all the food out.

Then, she picked up the small bowl and scooped a spoonful of egg custard into Xiangling's mouth.

"Ugh..." Xiang Wan had just taken a bite when her mouth felt like chewing wax. She turned to the trash can and spat out all the food.

She vomited for a long time, her stomach churning in agony as if being twisted by a knife.

He felt weak and limp, as if he were about to faint.

Seeing her reaction, Meng Lan was almost scared out of her wits. She gently stroked the woman's back and said, "How are you Shall I call a doctor"

"No need." Xiangwan weakly called out to her, "Even if the doctor comes, they'll only say things that aren't practical. I'll be fine after a little rest."

Seeing her so stubborn, Menglan hurriedly picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and handed it to her face, "Drink some water to calm down."

"Okay," Xiang Wan forced down a mouthful of water, her strength gradually returning.

"Want to eat something"

"I can't eat." Xiangwan rested her head lightly against the headboard, her eyes hollow and fixed on the ceiling.

Seeing her like this, Menglan felt heartbroken. She tightly grasped her hand and said in a low voice, "Xiangwan, you can't keep going without eating like this. What if your body collapses"

"You can't keep everything bottled up inside. Tell me, what happened"

Towards Evening pursed her lips, just as she opened them, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Hanchuan, he...he really died. I can't find him, I never will. This is the end of everything for me."

Upon hearing this, Menglan's eyes held a hint of surprise. "What exactly is going on Are you sure"

"There will be no mistakes."

Saying that,向晚 lifted her clothes and took out a necklace, which was a red amulet.

"This amulet was one I got for him. We promised each other that he would never take it off, not even for a bath. But... this is what I found at the blast site."

At this point, A-wei could no longer speak. Her lips trembled slightly before she unleashed a hysterical scream.

Tears.

It just can't be stopped.

At first, she, just like Menglan, didn't believe He Hanchuan was truly dead. She couldn't accept that he would be so cruel as to abandon both her and their child. But when she saw the crime scene, she had no choice but to face the reality.

She relentlessly sought proof that He Hanchuan was still alive, but all signs were chipping away at her pride, letting her hopes be dashed time and time again.

Menglan pursed her lips, watching Xiangwan's painful crying figure, a hint of pain flashed in her eyes.

By now, no amount of words can truly express the situation.

She couldn't help relieve even a sliver of pain for Xiang Wan. This kind of thing, she could only digest it herself.

……

After confirming the news of He Hanchuan's passing, the He family held a discussion and arranged for his funeral.

The funeral wasn't a grand affair, but He Hanchuan's friends and family from before his passing, as well as elites from various industries, all came to pay their respects.

On the scene, Xiang Wan's emotions were not as excited as before. She knelt in front of the spirit hall, looking at the eyes in the photo filled with despair.

Meng Lan arrived early with Liu Niancheng, He Ze Yan, and Xiao Xingxing for the funeral. The little guy saw Xiang Wan as soon as he got there and excitedly ran towards her, "Mommy, Mommy~"

Kaoru looked at the mourning hall as if her soul had been stripped away, her eyes vacant.

She seemed to be in another world, oblivious to her daughter's calls.

While He Ze Yan needed to be more mature, he didn't act like Xiao Xingxing, being mischievous. Instead, he took a step forward and walked to the spiritual tablet, his small fists clenched tightly.

His face, which resembled He Hanchuan's so closely, was taut, his jaw clenched.

At this moment, the steward stood beside him, urging him repeatedly, "Young Master, don't just keep staring! Quickly kowtow to Mr., in a while Mr. will leave and you won't see him again."

He Ze Yan pursed his lips and said nothing.

He is a small person, but there seems to be boundless power about to burst forth from within him!

The butler saw this scene and immediately burst into tears, "Young Master, don't struggle anymore, just kowtow to your father!"

“No, I don’t believe any of this!” He Ze Yan looked at him, roaring hysterically, “Why did you do this My father would never die! It’s all your imaginations!”

"No, I don't want any of this."

As he spoke, He Ze Yan knocked over all the offerings on the table, like a little calf, desperately refuting, "Get out! Take all this away. My dad said he would come back to teach me how to play with the computer. He didn't keep his promise, how could he be dead"

Seeing him like this, the butler was heartbroken.

“Young Master, please stop. I know you’re in pain, but you also need to accept reality.” The Butler walked forward and tightly embraced He Ze Yan, comforting him, “Stop making a scene, just let your father go peacefully for now.”

But these words, to a five-year-old whose mind is not yet mature, were like daggers to the heart.

He Ze Yan still refused to face reality. He even raised his foot and kicked the spiritual tablet forcefully.

Immense pain was sweeping over him, overwhelming him. Unable to hold back the anguish in his heart, he started smashing things desperately.

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