Chapter 1819: Cold as Stone, without Temperature

The death of Murong Zhihong is not a trivial matter. It concerns the entire family and the group. The funeral, the cemetery, and the venue for condolences must be arranged.

Mrs. Murong nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Nothing, nothing... This is all right." Ji Mianmian carefully observed Mrs. Murong's expression and found that she seemed to be just haggard, not too sad. She was more worried. She had experienced the kind of heart-wrenching pain. She understood that the calmer the surface, the deeper the pain in the heart.

Mr. Murong's death was a fatal blow to Mrs. Murong.

Mrs. Murong reached out to pull out the needle on the back of her hand, and Ji Mianmian quickly stopped her: "Hey, Madam, you can't, it's not finished yet."

"I'm fine, no need for infusion." Mrs. Murong insisted on pulling it out.

Ji Mianmian pressed: "Madam, wait a minute, I'll call the nurse to help you pull it out, please wait."

As a result, as soon as she turned around, Mrs. Murong pulled it out by herself behind her, and Ji Mianmian scratched her head helplessly.

Madam Murong was about to get out of bed, and Ji Mianmian immediately reached out to help her, "Where are you going? You haven't eaten for more than a day. Let's go eat something first?"

Madam Murong was very weak. She hadn't eaten since yesterday. In addition, she was too sad and so weak that she could hardly walk.

Madam Murong shook her head slightly: "It doesn't matter. I'm not hungry. He's still in the morgue. I'll go see him."

Ji Mianmian felt a little bitter: "Madam, Mr. Murong..."

"I know, he's dead." Madam Murong's voice was so light that it was almost inaudible.

Ji Mianmian felt bad. She had felt the same way as Madam Murong. It was because of her understanding that she understood that the pain was unimaginable to others: "You...you condole."

Madam Murong raised a bleak smile at the corner of her lips: "Yes, condole. What else can I do?"

Until his death, he left with regrets, because she was ultimately unable to stand in front of him and say a word to him.

Ji Mianmian helped Mrs. Murong to the morgue, and she finally saw Murong Zhihong's body.

Murong Mian knew that she would definitely see him after she woke up, so she had someone tidy up Murong Zhihong and put on his clothes when he was alive, a navy blue suit with a diamond pattern tie, neatly combed hair, and a well-made pocket watch in the pocket on his chest.

Mrs. Murong knew that suit, she bought it for him, and even the pocket watch was selected by her for him before.

The pocket watch was Murong Zhihong's favorite thing to carry with him when he was alive, and it was an old item.

However, he used to wear this suit to fit him well, but now it is empty. After he fell ill, he quickly aged and lost weight. He was a tall and handsome man, but when he died, he was so thin that only bones were left.

Mrs. Murong looked at Murong Zhihong's body and could no longer feel any sadness. Perhaps she was numb to the pain.

Psychologically speaking, when a person is in extreme pain, when the body's instincts can no longer bear the pain, the five senses will be automatically closed.

She reached out her hand, gently touched Murong Zhihong's face, and said, "I'm coming... I'm coming..."

His body was already cold and stiff, and when her fingers touched it, it felt like touching a cold stone, without any warmth.