Chapter 722 She Wants to Tell Her the Cruelest Truth

When we got to the place, we could see the tombstones in a row. Those tombstones were once living people, but after death, only the photo on the tombstone remained to remind the living people of their voices and smiles.

It was noon, the weather was hot, Yan Qingsi's eyes were so hot that she couldn't open them. The dandelion in her hand had wilted after leaving the soil.

Yan Qingsi looked at the continuous cemetery, looked back at Youyi, and didn't urge him.

Youyi didn't get out of the car, his hands were shaking constantly, his throat seemed to be blocked by a long thorn, he looked for Yan Qingsi, he hoped that she could give him the last glimmer of hope, but... but...

There is really no such kindness in this world that can be given to you.

He asked people to check, he asked many people to check, and the next day there was a result, telling him that the woman he had been looking for and thinking about for so many years was dead.

He didn't believe it, so he asked people to continue checking, and the people changed hands one after another, and everyone's answer was the same.

That woman was dead, she died many years ago.

The year she died was exactly the year he left.

But You Yi still refused to believe it. He found Yan Qingsi, who was her daughter. She would not want her mother to die. She would tell him the truth.

But it was like that—she brought him to the cemetery.

She wanted to tell her the cruelest truth.

Yan Qingsi was a little dizzy from the sun, and a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, neck and back. The makeup on her face was soaked by sweat and blurred a little bit.

Yan Qingsi knew what You Yi was feeling now. It was the most painful time after being shattered by reality.

So, she did not urge him, because she had tasted that taste, it was too painful, it was worse than death.

However, giving him time did not mean that he could escape.

Yan Qingsi said coldly: "Don't you want the truth? This is the truth. Don't you want to see my mother? I brought you here, so you come down."

You Yi's eyes became redder, as if blood could drip at any time, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't believe it, you are lying to me like them..."

Until now, he still didn't want to admit that fact.

It was like forcing a person to dig out his heart with his own hands, forcing him to face the bloody reality, forcing him to taste the piercing pain.

Yan Qingsi did not blame him, she said lightly: "It's up to you, if you think deceiving yourself can make you feel more comfortable, it's up to you."

Youyi's reaction was normal, she understood, so she didn't feel angry.

Yan Qingsi kicked off her high heels, which had blistered her heels.

She walked up the hot stone road under the sun.

In July, the temperature in Los Angeles in the morning was the highest in the day, reaching 34 or 35 degrees, and the ground temperature was even higher. Stepping on it was like stepping on a red-hot iron plate, as if you could be scalded.

But Yan Qingsi seemed to have no feeling, and her face was calm without any abnormality.

Yan Qingsi walked up step by step. When she stood in front of the tombstone, she was sweating profusely. The clothes on her back were soaked with sweat, her cheeks were sunburned, and her eye makeup was smudged. She didn't look good, but she didn't care.

There were no weeds in Nie Qiuping's grave, which was obviously taken care of regularly, and the tombstone was also wiped clean.