This day happens to be the weekend.

Huang Fuya came to the hospital last night and stayed with her in the ward.

In the afternoon, the instrument sounded a warning sound. After the doctor came to see her, he asked Huang Fuya to prepare to say goodbye, saying, "Maybe it will happen today."

Ms. Wang's body was already very weak and she looked at her daughter helplessly.

Huang Fuya twisted a hot towel and her tears fell into the basin.

She helped her mother wash her body, "Mom, don't be afraid, I won't leave, I will be here to stay with you."

Ms. Wang cried and asked, "Yaya, do you blame your mother?"

Huang Fuya looked at her mother, "What are you talking about?"

"Everything happened since you were young..." Ms. Wang held her daughter's hand, "Including the breakup between you and Lu Xiyu, can you forgive your mother?"

"Everything..." Huang Fuya broke away from her mother and continued to scrub her, "You shouldn't ask me now, because the answer I will give you now is definitely no."

"What happens in the future?" Ms. Wang's lifeless eyes revealed a hint of longing, "Can you forgive mom in the future?"

"I don't know. The only thing I know now is why you're obsessed with this - you want peace of mind."

Huang Fuya squeezed out a bitter smile and continued, "Mom, you can rest assured. Regardless of whether I forgive you or not, I will live a good life - you know I have this ability, otherwise I wouldn't be like this now."

Ms. Wang's eyes were filled with sadness.

At this time, Huang Zhenrong came.

Every half month, Huang Zhenrong would come here on the weekend to accompany Huang Fuya with his ex-wife.

But there was nothing to say between them.

Seeing Huang Zhenrong, Ms. Wang stretched out her hand to him. She still called him husband, "Husband...husband, from now on Yaya..."

Huang Zhenrong knew what she was going to say, so he held her hand and nodded, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Yaya, I will."

Ms. Wang nodded feebly, smiled and shed a line of tears, looking at

The ex-husband and daughter closed their eyes.

"mom?"

Huang Fuya called softly "Mom..."

Ms. Wang was unable to respond.

She could never open her eyes again.

Huang Fuya thought she wouldn't be sad, but tears still fell from her eyes.

She held no memorial service for her mother.

Relatives and friends have long been far away from Ms. Wang.

Even if there were people coming to the memorial service, they would all be friends or business partners of her and her father.

If anyone comes here to see Ms. Wang, they are just looking at her jokes and laughing at her for living her life in such a muddle.

Huang Zhenrong had already asked someone to buy the cemetery.

After the cremation procedures, Huang Zhenrong drove the car and Huang Fuya held the urn covered with black cloth. The father and daughter returned to their hometown to bury Ms. Wang.

When it all ended, it was noon.

Although it is the beginning of summer, the weather is still a bit cold, but the sunshine is very good.

Huang Fuya was even a little confused by the sun, and she couldn't tell the truth from the truth for a while.

Huang Zhenrong could see that Huang Fuya was still sad.

As an elder, he put his arm around his daughter's shoulders and said, "Yaya, would you like to go home with your father for a few days? Our father and daughter haven't had a good talk for a long time."

Huang Fuya went back for two days, sorted out her mother's belongings, and then returned to City A.

She said she could go to work, but Zhou Sen locked her office and forced her to rest.

She had an expression that said, "You are unnecessary, but I will cooperate with you." She said, "I will definitely come back to work next Monday."

"Okay, see you next Monday."

Zhou Sen called Xu Huaian and asked him to send Huang Fuya back.

Huang Fuya's house has been renovated, but it is not yet ready for move-in. She rented an apartment to stay temporarily.

It was dusk when she returned to the apartment.

The apartment was dim and dim, with the faint sunset reflecting on the white walls. It looked like it would lose its vitality at any time, foretelling the arrival of night.

Huang Fuya suddenly felt a surge of sadness in her heart. .??.

She tried to control her emotions and went into the cloakroom to change clothes.

Opening the jewelry cabinet, she accidentally saw the brooch that Lu Xiyu gave her.

Suddenly, she didn't want to change her clothes anymore, so she sat on the carpet and opened the photo album on her phone.

When she and Lu Xiyu were together, they took a lot of photos and some videos.

In the past few months after the breakup, she couldn't bear to delete it, but she didn't dare to read it.

But now, she suddenly wanted to see it.

She looked from the first picture to the last picture, and then from the last picture to the first picture. Tears kept falling on the phone screen and on the carpet...

The carpet in front of me quickly became so wet that I could wring out the water.

Later, she cried until her head was swollen and aching, so she found Lu Xiyu's number from the address book, and her fingers hung on the dial button.

In the past few months, this action has occurred countless times.

Every time, it was when she missed Lu Xiyu, and her whole body ached when she thought about it.

Each time, she refrained from dialing.

It was the same this time. She held the phone to her chest, her cries echoing in the cloakroom...

After she broke up with Lu Xiyu, no one had seen her look sad and lost her temper, and no one had heard her cry.

Everyone thought that she was not affected.

Only this apartment knows the truth.

The apartment had seen her sadness.

Every piece of furniture in the apartment had heard her cry.

It wasn't until Monday morning that Huang Fuya opened the door to the apartment and walked out.

She drove to the company. Although she felt that the atmosphere was not right along the way, she didn't think too much.

Until she opened the office door, she saw a bouquet of red roses on the desk.

"Do you know why I love giving you roses?"

"Because you are the most beautiful rose in the world..."

The love words Lu Xiyu had said suddenly came to Huang Fuya's mind.

Her steps froze in place, and her heart beat wildly because of the bouquet of roses...

It had been a long time since she had felt her heartbeat.

She hadn't felt alive for a long time.

Until this moment, until she saw the roses that Lu Xiyu loved to give her.

Was it from him?

Is he back?

"Director Huang," the secretary walked in and pointed at the roses, "Do you like it? Today is 520, and the administration has prepared roses for every female employee! Your bouquet is the largest and most beautiful. We hope this bouquet Flowers make you feel better.”

"Thanks."

Huang Fuya asked the secretary to go out.

She walked to the bouquet of roses and stroked the red petals.

It turns out that it was not given by Lu Xiyu.

Also, after leaving the hotel that morning, he never contacted her again.

Her mother was ill and hospitalized. Zhou Sen and Lu Xiangyi would ask her if she needed help from time to time, but there was never any news from Lu Xiyu...

She broke up with him so ruthlessly, wouldn't he be disgusted when he sees roses now?

Not to mention giving her roses, he will not even appear in her life in the future.

He won't look back.

She had lost him long ago and forever...