Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

An Nansheng learned to paint when she was a child, and that face is now deeply engraved in her mind, so it didn't take her long to draw it.

Song Ke quickly took a photo and sent it to Chen Zheng.

Mu Zheng was surprised:

"Aunt, how do you know the murderer looks like this?"

An Nansheng's voice was filled with a chilling chill:

"I saw that man when my dad was in a car accident. He came to check on me after the accident. I woke up at that time and saw his face."

And I've seen it more than once.

Mu Zheng exclaimed: "You remember?"

An Nansheng nodded.

Some memories were so painful, she hoped Mu Zheng would never think about the pain she had experienced.

It felt like I was experiencing it all over again.

After sending the portrait to Chen Zheng, An Nansheng went to the morgue.

Zhou Jin specially hired a funeral director to take care of Song Xu's remains.

The crushed body had been tidied up and he was dressed in a newly bought white shirt and jeans.

Zhou Jin said that Song Xu's father made the decision to donate all his intact organs.

A pair of corneas and a heart.

For Song's father, it was like a part of Song Xu's body was still alive and had not completely left.

It's a comfort.

Song Xu lay there quietly. The blood on his face had been washed clean. Apart from his pale face, he looked like he was asleep.

An Nansheng looked at him quietly and couldn't help thinking, if only he hadn't met her in the first place.

At least, he's still alive.

Zhou Jin walked in:

"Boss An, we need to send Song Xu to... the crematorium."

Song Ke burst into tears.

Song Xu's father came in at some point and said in a muffled voice:

"It's time for Song Xu to leave. Don't be sad. He would be sad too if he knew."

The person who should be the saddest is like a lifeless dead tree at this moment.

His dry eyes stared at Song Xu without blinking, and the reluctance to leave was heartbreaking.

People from the crematorium came in and helped Song Xu into the car.

An Nansheng instructed Zhou Jin:

"We need to prepare things like incense and candles. We don't understand these things, but they should. Just listen to them on what to do."

Zhou Jin nodded heavily and followed him to the crematorium.

The view in front of him was empty, and a trace of confusion appeared in Song Xu's father's eyes.

It seemed like I suddenly didn’t know where my son had gone.

An Nansheng didn't dare to look him in the eye:

"Uncle Song, I'm sorry."

She bent down deeply:

"I failed to protect Song Xu. I'm sorry."

As the boss, he repeatedly caused Song Xu to get injured and eventually even lost his life.

She is to blame.

Song Xu's father waved his hand, his eyes fixed, and he said mechanically:

"You are a good leader. I don't blame you. I don't blame you."

"It's all fate, it's all fate. You are a good leader."

An Nansheng went up to support him:

"Uncle Song, please come back with me. I will be your daughter from now on. I will take care of you in your old age instead of Song Xu."

Song Xu's father shook his head:

"No need, you are a good leader. Song Xu and I are grateful to you and don't blame you."

An Nansheng burst into tears again.

How could she let Song Xu's father go home with peace of mind when he was like this?

Besides, she really wanted to provide for Father Song in his old age.

But Song Xu's father refused to agree to go to Xu Garden.

In the end, An Nansheng had no choice but to ask Song Ke to arrange someone to send Song's father home and transferred someone from Xu Garden to take care of him.

When he returned home, Xu Xinci was also wiping away tears. Old Mrs. An chanted sutras for him in the small Buddhist temple for the whole day.

"Nannan, you...remembered it?"

Xu Xinci started crying again as she spoke.

"What's the point of remembering it? I should just forget it all. It's better to forget it."

She hugged An Nansheng, feeling heartbroken:

"Why is my daughter so miserable?"

"Why don't those damn bastards let you go?"