My Feelings Can Wait (MTL)

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In the chaos, the door of the venue was opened, and Jiang Chun and Wei Yizhen led people out to meet them. Together, the two covered Jing Xuan with clothes and protected her quickly moving into the door. The security guards and bodyguards stood on a line of defense not far away to block the restless media.

The heavy wooden door creaked shut, separating the inside and outside of the door into two worlds. The harsh noise outside the door can no longer be heard.

The mourning hall is very large and the lighting is very white. Ji Youyan has just moved here not long ago. Apart from the elegiac couplet and the photos on the table, there is only a lone ice coffin in the whole room.

Jing Xiu entered the door and slammed into the ice coffin parked in the center. She shuddered all over, her legs tight, her back facing everyone, step by step, she walked towards the ice coffin covered with blankets very calmly.

No one spoke for a while, only the ice coffin connected to the power source was buzzing, together with Jing Xiu's footsteps, there was a sound, dull and depressing.

Jiang Chun, Wei Yizhen, and Yao Xiao stood by the door not daring to disturb Jing Xuan. Seeing Jing Xuan standing beside the ice coffin for a long time without moving, they exchanged glances with anxiety and prepared to step forward.

Jing Xiu suddenly moved away from his gaze at the ice coffin, looked around the mourning hall, and said softly and gently: "What about words?"

Next to the white cloth at the memorial ceremony, her face seemed whiter than the cloth, and her eyes were bloodshot red, but the corners of her lips had a soft smile, which was strange and oozing. Jiang Chun, Wei Yizhen and Yao Xiao froze in an instant, their hairs frightened.

No one dared to answer her, and did not know how to answer her.

Jing Xiu glanced over Jiang Chun, Wei Yizhen, Yao Xiao, and asked to herself again: "What about words?" She opened her eyes without blinking, but tears fell uncontrollably.

Still a terrible silence.

She didn't ask any more, standing stubbornly, as if waiting for Ji Yuyan to suddenly come out from a certain corner.

After a long time, the arc of her lips completely disappeared. She bit her lip, bent down slowly, and stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch the blanket on the ice coffin and she didn't dare to shake her whole body.

Jiang Chun moved his throat, his eyes flushed suddenly. Had she ever seen Jingxun, who had always been calm and steady, looked like this. She just wanted to step forward to comfort Jing Xiu, when Jing Xiu suddenly straightened up, stretched out his hand to grab the metal candlestick on the table, and slammed it on his head.

Jiang Chun's pupils dilated, and she screamed in fear, "Xinxiu!"

Yao Xiao slidly rushed to Jing Xiu's side, grabbed the candlestick in Jing Xiu's hand, and circled Jing Xiu's arms to prevent her from moving, so scared to cry.

Jing Xiu was soft and her eyes were straight, as Jiang Chun and Yao Xiao touched her head. She kept thinking in her mind, why?

Is it not painful enough? Why is she so painful that she can't wake up from this nightmare.

The hair on Jingxun's temples was wet with blood. "Go to the hospital!" Jiang Chunxin said anxiously, "Yizhen, would you please help me to contact me?" Ji Youyan's mother could not accept the blow and was still in the hospital. Wei Yizhen should have arranged the hospital.

Jing Xiu suddenly struggled violently, trying to reach out to grab another candlestick on the table.

Wei Yizhen quickly moved away the candlestick, sullen face and roared Jingxiu: "Stop making trouble! You..." What's the use of being so affectionate when someone is dead! She knew that her unprovoked anger was completely anger. Ji Yooyan's death was completely accidental, and even Ji Yooyan took the blame. As an ex-girlfriend who has clearly ended their relationship with Ji Yooyan, Jing Xuan has no responsibility. But she just couldn't help it.