Chapter 4: Hao Yansen’s Funeral
Editor: Larbre Studio
“Madam, please accept my condolences,” Shang Shi said, picking up the document and comforting her somberly.
“Did Hao Yansen say anything before he died?” Mo Jun asked hoarsely, her gaze devoid of any fluctuation.
“He said… to assist you well and that he was very sorry to you in this lifetime…”
“Is that so?” Mo Jun gave a faint smile, saying nothing more. However, she quickly followed Shang Shi back to B City in Z Country to attend Hao Yansen’s funeral.
And this was the first time Mo Jun had seen him after leaving for a year.
But what she did not wish to see was only his corpse.
Hao Yansen’s corpse had been perfectly restored; he lay in the crystal coffin, handsome with his eyes serenely closed, as if merely sleeping.
Mo Jun watched him quietly, neither crying nor saying a word. She silently kept vigil for an entire week and then stayed alone on the day his funeral ended.
The sky was very blue, and the clouds were also very white.
Dressed in a black suit, Mo Jun stood quietly in front of the tombstone, her pale complexion, paler than the white daisies at her ear.
In her hand, she held a document, one that she had just received this morning.
No one knew the contents of the document, not even she knew the result.
But it seemed that nothing needed to be confirmed anymore.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” Staring at the handsome and perfect face on the tombstone, Mo Jun asked hoarsely, her voice slow.
Her voice was so raspy it seemed unreal, as though it might be carried away by the wind.
“Intentionally changing your heart, the purpose was to make me leave you, wasn’t it?” Mo Jun continued to ask hoarsely, but the Hao Yansen in the photo could no longer answer her a single word.
And she, she did not need his answer.
“Always hiding it from me because you were afraid I wouldn’t accept it, right? But I still guessed it… because I’ve dreamed of you, I dreamed that your chest was full of blood, and inside… it was empty. Were you going to say that was just a dream? I thought so too. But now, I know it wasn’t just a dream.” Mo Jun said with a slight, faint smile, her expression calm from beginning to end, not a hint of hysteria.
“While I was keeping vigil, I looked at your chest; there were indeed scars left. So how could you lie in a cold coffin for a whole year before you were willing to see me? How could you tell me now, and how could you be so selfish, to do as you please?”
Accusing the man on the tombstone, Mo Jun slowly raised the document in her hand, “Afraid that you would deny it, I especially had it tested; if it’s true, my body will definitely contain your DNA. But no need to look, I already know the result; your heart, it has already told me the result…”
Pressing against her aching heart, Mo Jun’s face grew even paler.
“For the past whole year, it has been in pain every day, making me miss you… so I should have guessed it sooner, should have known…”
But why must it be that one won’t cry until one sees the coffin!
No, she had long since ran out of tears, in this lifetime, she probably could never shed tears again.
“Hao Yansen, why did you bother? My life is worthless and bound to end sooner or later. I won’t even cry for you. So you’ve made a bad bargain, giving your heart to me. Not only will I not live long, but I also won’t cry for you. You’ve really made a bad bargain…”
Mo Jun sneered, slowly opening the document in her hand.
Staring at the result, her smile became increasingly heavy.