Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

Song Zhiyuan looked at the thin but calm woman on the hospital bed, walked to the hospital bed step by step with heavy steps, and then stretched out his hands to hold the woman who had lost her breath and heartbeat in his arms.

He closed his eyes tightly, and then two lines of clear tears fell down.

Song Zijin in her memory has always been a very strong woman. No matter whether she loves or hates him, she has always been very firm. In fact, the person who is not firm has always been him.

But he never thought that one day, she would fall down and never wake up again.

"Zijin, song Zijin, I'm sorry I'm late... Zijin, don't sleep. Wake up and see me, okay? Wake up quickly!" Song Zhiyuan kept shaking her body and tried to wake her up again.

However, this is just an act of self deception. He knows that song Zijin can't wake up anymore. She is dead. She is dead before he can even tell her!

There is a person who doesn't cherish her when she is, and always ignores her kindness to herself. But when you love her to the bone, even when you are not prepared, he will leave you forever.

Song Zhiyuan knew that this feeling was very painful, which made him unable to bear.

The doctor came over and opened the bodies of song Zhiyuan and song Zijin. He covered the bodies with white cloth and planned to transfer them to the morgue.

A full-time staff pushed the flat car out of the ward.

At this time, song Buhui, who was held by Zhan Yan, suddenly broke away from her arms, ran fast in the direction of the flat car, and cried, "Mom, mom, don't leave without regret, don't regret, don't want my mother to die..."

Song Buhui ran after the flat car, but he ran too fast. He slipped under his feet and suddenly fell to the ground. His beautiful face was crying.

Zhan Yan hurried over, picked song Buhui up from the ground and hugged him tightly in his arms. "Don't regret being obedient and let mom go at ease, okay?"

"Mom, I want mom!" song Buhui put his head on zhanyan's shoulder and kept crying.

Song Zhiyuan came over, squatted down beside them and looked at the little girl in Zhan Yan's arms in shock.

Zhan Yan gently comforted the child and said to song Zhiyuan, "this is the daughter that Zijin gave birth to you!"

"What are you talking about?" Song Zhiyuan looked at her in shock.

No, more specifically, looking at song in her arms——

The little girl blinked a pair of tearful big eyes, and the look between her eyebrows was somewhat similar to song Zijin.

It seems that he is about four years old. His eyes are red and very poor.

"Didn't you hear clearly? What else to ask? Zijin died and is going to give her a funeral, and then let her settle down!" Zhan Yan said, picked up song Buhui and walked out——

Song Zijin had no relatives and friends, so the funeral was very simple.

Song Zhiyuan chose a place with good scenery and buried song Zijin.

On the day of burial, there was a slight drizzle in the sky, and the rain was very cold.

In front of the tombstone, there were large bouquets of roses, which were flirtatious and dazzling. They matched song Zijin's tenacious character and dazzling beauty.

Everyone was dressed in black with a big black umbrella in his hand. Song Buhui was wearing a pure black skirt. His black hair was scattered. There was a small white flower pinned between his hair. His skin was pale and almost had no blood color.