Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

"Uncle Ming, you said my father wants me to return to the Shen family?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes widened instantly, her pupils dilating uncontrollably as if out of control, and fine red streaks appeared around the whites of her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly, but no sound came out for a moment, only a faint, unbelievable gasp from deep in her throat.

"This is impossible?"

Ming Yu's face was pale, and the wrinkles around his eyes seemed to have deepened. The incandescent light shone on his face, making it look even more haggard.

The room was so quiet that the only sounds one could hear were his rapid and uneasy breathing, and the occasional voices outside the window, which seemed particularly harsh.

Sang Yuwan clenched her fingers, pressing her fingertips hard against the palm of her hand.

"Uncle Ming, my dad..."

Ming Yu's gaze fell on a table in front of him, and he said slowly, "I still remember clearly what your father said to me before he died..."

His voice was so thin that it seemed as if a breeze could blow it away. Each syllable was dragged with a heavy ending, revealing his extreme physical fatigue.

Sang Yuwan felt a sore nose and red eyes.

She didn't say anything and just listened quietly.

"For all these years, I never mentioned this to you. Actually, I had selfish motives..."

Sang Yuwan was stunned and looked at him with a look full of confusion.

Ming Yu continued, "Mr. Shen has always been against your parents being together. If you go back to the Shen family, he definitely won't like you. He might even vent all his resentment towards your parents on you..."

Sang Yuwan sat quietly without saying a word, but tears began to well up in her eyes.

It is an indescribable complex emotion, intertwined with loss, regret and a faint sadness, as if the heart is gently shrouded by a layer of mist, the vision is blurred, and the thoughts are in a tangle.

Ming Yu's eyelids felt heavy, trembled twice, and his eyes half-closed.

"I also heard that the eldest young master of the Shen family has been cruel and ruthless since he was a child. If you go there, he will definitely torture you... So, I plan to give up my promise to your father..."

The light shone on Sang Yuwei'an's face, but it couldn't reach the dark corner of her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes unconsciously.

"Uncle Ming, let's just pretend I never heard you say this. Okay?"

Ming Yu shook his head. "Wanwan, Mr. Shen and Shen Yilin are no longer your opponents. What's more, you have Rong Zhi by your side..."

"Uncle Ming?" Sang Yuwan's heart was shocked. It was a sudden and strong emotional impact, as if a huge rock was suddenly thrown into the calm lake of his heart, causing waves to surge and difficult to calm down.

Is her relationship with Rong Zhi already known to everyone?

"Wanwan, your child's father is Rong Zhi, right?"

Ming Yu's voice was low and weak, like the last ray of sunshine in winter. Although warm, it could not dispel the chill around, revealing an indescribable sadness.

It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on Sang Yuwan's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

She lowered her head and admitted it.

"Yes."

Ming Yu smiled silently, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

After a long time, he spoke again.

"Wanwan, don't feel any psychological burden. Bo Xingzhi is already dead. Besides, he and Rongzhi are not related by blood..."

"Uncle Ming, you..." Sang Yuwan looked at him in disbelief.

Since she was a child, Mingyu was very strict with her, both in terms of schoolwork and upbringing.

Unexpectedly, he was so open-minded in dealing with the matter between her and Rong Zhi.

Sang Yuwan's eyes felt hot and tears fell.

Her breathing became soft and slightly trembling, each breath akin to the ebb and flow of emotion deep within her soul. Her clenched fingers slowly loosened. She lifted them and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Wanwan, I still owe you an apology. Six years ago..."

Sang Yuwan interrupted him with a hoarse voice, "Uncle Ming, please stop talking..."

Ming Yu pursed his lips and nodded weakly.

The two sat in silence for several minutes.

Ming Yu tilted his head and looked at the cabinet beside the bed.

"Wanwan, open the drawer on the left."

Sang Yuwan didn't ask any more questions and stood up immediately.

There were two sandalwood boxes in the drawer.

The sandalwood box, seemingly a work of art with a touch of age and a profound sense of history, exudes an indescribable charm under the light.

The surface of the box is beautifully carved with auspicious cloud patterns.

"Take out the box at the innermost part." Ming Yu continued to order.

"Okay." Sang Yuwan responded and took out the box carefully.

"Open it." Ming Yu said again.

"it is good."

Sang Yuwan opened the lid of the box. When she opened it, a light and long-lasting sandalwood scent wafted into her nose.

"The things in here are the dowry I prepared for you. Wanwan, I may not be able to see your wedding day..."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were red, and she slightly emphasized her tone, "Uncle Ming, stop talking nonsense."

She knew very well that Mingyu was nearing the end of his life.

From childhood to adulthood, he rarely talked nonsense with her.

I won't even say sorry to her.

Even when Mingmei bullied her, he would not comfort her, but would just ask her why she let others bully her.

Memories flooded back like a tide. Those once warm memories now became the sharpest knives, slicing through her already fragile heart. Every time she recalled them, it was a cruel farewell to the beautiful past, leaving her with a dull pain.

"Okay. I won't say any more. I'm tired too..."

Mingyu's voice was as light as a mosquito.

Sang Yuwan was about to speak when he suddenly closed his eyes.

"Doctor...doctor..."

Sang Yuwan hurriedly closed the box in her hand and shouted outside.

Doctor, who has been waiting outside, please come in quickly.

While rescuing Ming Yu, he said to Sang Yuwan, "Mrs. Bo, an ambulance is coming soon."

"Okay." Sang Yuwan hurriedly took out her cell phone and called the emergency number.

ten minutes later.

Mingyu was carried into the ambulance.

Sang Yuwan asked Lan Xiya to go to the hospital with her.

She went to the mourning hall carrying the sandalwood box.

The night wind blew and it was a little chilly.

She was about to tighten her coat when Xiansi came over with a cashmere shawl.

"Madam, it's almost midnight, aren't you going to rest yet?"

Sang Yuwan shook her head.

Xian Si adjusted her shawl and bravely advised, "Madam, I just checked and saw that Master Mingyi was guarding the mourning hall. Oh, and Mingmei too. Why don't you go and get some rest?"

Sang Yuwan's voice was a little hoarse. "I can't sleep anyway, so I'll go and keep my brother company."

Xian Si didn't dare to persuade her anymore and could only follow her to the mourning hall.

Ming Xiao's portrait was quietly hung in the middle of the mourning hall. The frame was simple yet solemn. The face in the photo seemed to still have the warm smile he had in his lifetime, which made people miss him.

Under the portrait, there are bunches of flowers, pure white, mournful yellow, and deep purple. They express respect and reluctance to the deceased in silent language. The fragrance of flowers and sorrow are intertwined and permeate the air.

Sang Yuwan sat down, unconsciously stroking the edge of the box. Every edge of the pattern felt like a sharp knife, piercing her heart.

Tears welled up in my eyes but refused to fall, solidifying into a blurry mist.