Chapter 1820 You Are All I Have Left!

Mrs. Murong's eyes were sore as if a handful of sand was sprinkled on them. She said, "You said you would compensate me, but you betrayed me. You didn't do anything you promised me..."

Mrs. Murong's voice was hoarse. Every word she said was like skin rubbing against the rough ground, making people feel pain.

It was very cold in the morgue. Ji Mianmian shivered with cold. Mrs. Murong's voice made her feel sad from the bottom of her heart.

The most painful thing in life is probably this kind of separation from the lover.

Ji Mianmian believed in Mrs. Murong's body. She, a normal person, couldn't stand staying here for a long time, let alone Mrs. Murong's body was so weak. She hadn't eaten for more than a day.

She said, "Madam, let's go out first."

Mrs. Murong shook her head: "I want to stay with him for a while. When he was alive, I couldn't come to see him. I thought he would hold on, but... I didn't expect that he would leave so cruelly."

Ji Mianmian thought about it and said, "Madam, no matter what, the misunderstanding between you and Mr. has finally been resolved. At least, the final facts let you know that he has loved you all these years, not Mrs. Jones. Your efforts over the years have not been in vain. Mr.... didn't lie to you. You should be more open-minded."

"Yes, he didn't lie to me, didn't lie to me..."

"Go out first, Madam. You need to eat now. Mr. doesn't want to see you like this. Let's go... Madam."

Ji Mianmian's words may have touched Mrs. Murong to some extent. Ji Mianmian half-supported and half-dragged her and finally took her out of the morgue.

After coming out, she saw Murong Mian, who brought some food for the two of them.

Mrs. Murong shook her head. She couldn't eat.

Ji Mianmian said, "Eat a little bit. The gentleman hopes to see you living a good life."

Under Murong Mian's persuasion, she finally ate something.

After she finished her meal, the doctor confirmed that her physical condition had improved, and then took out a letter for her: "Madam, this is... found under the gentleman's pillow. It is for you. In the past month, every time the gentleman felt a little better, he would write a few words on paper. This letter was written in many times."

Mrs. Murong took the letter tremblingly. She almost didn't have the strength to open the letter.

The handwriting on the letter was very messy, which showed that the person who wrote the letter had no strength in his hands.

After a long time, after reading the letter, Mrs. Murong's shoulders gradually twitched. Ji Mianmian wanted to comfort her, but the doctor shook his head.

Slowly, she heard Mrs. Murong's suppressed sobbing, and then her crying gradually became louder, and finally she cried loudly, crying like a child.

She shouted: "I regret it, I regret it... I shouldn't not come to see you, I shouldn't doubt you... I really regret it..."

Ji Mianmian felt very uncomfortable when she heard Mrs. Murong crying, and tears fell down.

She pulled Murong Mian's arm.

Murong Mian looked down and saw the tears on her face, and reached out to hold her in his arms: "I won't leave you."

Ji Mianmian said with a heavy nasal voice: "Go and comfort her."

Murong Mian wiped her tears: "Then don't cry."

Ji Mianmian nodded.

Murong Mian walked to Mrs. Murong, "The dead can't be resurrected."

But after he said it, Mrs. Murong suddenly hugged him and cried: "Randy, I only have you, only you..."

2 Mian: I borrowed my husband to comfort you, what do you want to do? Don't dig into the corner of the group fight, otherwise I won't show mercy!

Good night!