Chapter 1824 Hope Is Given by Oneself, Not by Others

His voice was a little sudden, even a little scary, and cold, colder than the night. He stood at the door, took a step forward, and was in a bright house, but behind him was endless darkness.

He seemed to be cold all over, but the look he gave Ji Mianmian was warm.

Ji Mianmian and Mrs. Murong were stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted, stood up quickly, and ran towards Murong Mian like a bird.

Before she ran to him, he stretched out his hand to her.

Ji Mianmian put her paw on it and asked with a smile: "Are you done?"

After Murong Zhihong died, the whole family was pressed on Murong Mian. It is said that death is the greatest thing, not to mention Murong Zhihong, who is quite famous in the local area, so the funeral cannot be casual.

There was an endless stream of people coming to the house to pay their respects every day. Sometimes, Ji Mianmian could only see him at night.

Murong Mian smiled: "Well, I'm done."

He gently pinched her palm: "I found you were not in the room, so I came down to find you, you are disobedient."

Ji Mianmian's two big eyes flickered, and she smiled at him.

Murong Mian reached out and touched her nose, raised her head and said to Mrs. Murong, whose face was still shining with tears: "Madam, you should also go to bed early."

Mrs. Murong felt that there were countless words in her throat, but she didn't know how to say them at this moment: "Randy, I..."

Murong Mian sighed: "Life cannot be resurrected, the dead are gone, and the living should look forward. Just as Mr. Murong said in the letter he left for you, pain may accompany you for a long time, but life still has to go on. People always have to live for themselves. All hope is given by themselves, not by others. Don't you think so?"

Ji Mianmian was puzzled, looking up at Murong Mian's perfect profile.

Hope is given by oneself, not by others.

Why, I always feel that this sentence refers to something else.

She bit her lip, this sentence seemed really profound, she couldn't understand it.

Madam Murong shuddered, "Randy..."

She looked at Murong Mian with pleading eyes and a sad voice.

Murong Mian smiled: "Don't worry, Mian Mian and I will help you deal with everything. We will leave only when you are fully capable of taking control of the Murong family. It's late now, Madam, go to bed early. You will be busy in the next few days. You can't hold on like this."

Ji Mian Mian nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Madam, you have to rest well, otherwise how can you hold on."

Murong Mian held Ji Mian Mian's hand tightly and nodded to Madam Murong: "We will go back first."

He said while holding Ji Mian Mian's hand, no longer looking at Madam Murong's sad eyes behind him.

As soon as she walked out of the mourning hall, Ji Mianmian shuddered and said, "Luckily you came. If you hadn't come, I don't know what to do."

Murong Mian put her hand in his pocket: "Really? What's wrong?"

Ji Mianmian leaned on him and said, "She said we should stay and give us everything."

Murong Mian put his arm around her shoulders: "Do you want it?"

Ji Mianmian touched her chin: "Although, when I think of so much money, I am still a little tempted. After all, this is a big pie, but... I think about my parents and Qingsi sister Xingren in China, and I feel that I want to go back even more. Besides, I am not the kind of person who can be a rich lady, don't you think?"

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