"Bang!"
Just then, the tightly shut door was kicked open.
At that instant, Mu Qingli felt as if she saw endless warm sunlight.
It was light.
How wonderful.
Light signified that there was hope.
In the next second, Mu Qingli fell into a warm embrace.
Before her eyes was a face with distinct features.
"Fu Lanshen." Mu Qingli reached out to touch his eyebrows and eyes, "Am I hallucinating?"
"Lili, I'm here, this is not a hallucination, this is not..." Fu Lanshen pressed his face tightly against Mu Qingli's.
Mu Qingli couldn't hear any other sound; all she could hear was low sobbing.
"This isn't a hallucination, how wonderful..." Her hand slowly slid down, limply hanging by her side.
"Auntie Wu!"
"Gorgeous Mu Qingli!"
"Lili!"
"Master Li."
The name Mu Qingli was originally a presence one could rely on just by calling out.
But today, that support was gone.
The air was filled with sobbing.
Seven days later, Mu Qingli's funeral was held as scheduled.
