1854 Hope is given by me, not by anyone else

1854 Hope is given by me, not by anyone else

His voice was a little sudden and even a little scary. His voice was cold, even colder than the night. He stood at the door and took a step forward. It was a bright room, but behind it was endless darkness.

His entire body seemed to be cold, but his gaze towards Ji Mianmian was still warm.

Both Ji Mianmian and Madam Murong were stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered. She stood up and ran to Murong Mian like a little bird.

Before she could reach him, he reached out to her.

Ji Mianmian placed her claws on it and asked with a smile,""You're done?"

After Murong Zhihong's death, the entire family had fallen into Murong Mian's hands. As the saying goes, death is more important than anything else, not to mention the fact that Murong Zhihong was a well-known person in the local area, so the funeral naturally couldn't be casual.

There was an endless stream of people coming to the house to offer their condolences every day. Sometimes, Ji Mianmian could only see him at night.

"Yeah, I'm done," Murong Mian smiled.

He pinched her palm gently."I realized that you weren't in the room, so I came down to look for you. You didn't listen to me."

Ji Mianmian's big eyes suddenly flashed and she chuckled at him.

Murong Mian reached out and tapped the tip of Madam Murong's nose. She looked up at Madam Murong, whose face was still glistening with tears, and said,"Madam, you should rest early too."

Madam Murong only felt that there were countless words in her throat, but at this moment she did not know how to say them: "Landy, I ..."

Murong Mian sighed,"life can not be reincarnated. The dead are already gone. The living should look forward. Just like what Mr. Murong said in the letter he left you, pain may accompany you for a long time, but life still has to go on. People have to live for themselves. All hope is given by themselves and not by others. Don't you think so?"

Ji Mianmian was puzzled. She looked up at Murong Mian's perfect side profile.

Hope was given by oneself and not by others.

Why did he feel that there was another meaning to these words?

She bit her lip. These words seemed really profound, and she didn't quite understand.

Madam Murong's body trembled."Landy ..."

She looked at Murong Mian, her eyes pleading and her voice sorrowful.

Murong Mian smiled."Don't worry, Mianmian and I will take care of everything for you. We will only leave when you have complete control over the Murong family. It's late now, so you should rest early, Madam. You will be busy for the next few days. You can't handle it like this."

Ji Mianmian nodded her head."Yes, yes. Madam, you need to rest well. Otherwise, you won't be able to take it."

Murong Mian held Ji Mianmian's hand tightly and nodded at Madam Murong,""We'll go back first. "

He said as he held Ji Mianmian's hand, no longer looking at Madam Murong's sad eyes.

The moment they walked out of the mourning hall, Ji Mianmian shivered and said,""Luckily you came. If you didn 't, I wouldn't know what to do."

Murong Mian put her hand into her pocket."Oh, really? What's wrong?"

Ji Mianmian leaned on him."She asked us to stay," she said,"and she'll give us everything."

Murong Mian reached out and put an arm around her shoulder."Do you want it?"

Ji Mianmian touched her chin."Even though I'm a little tempted when I think about the money, it's a huge pie after all. But...When I think about my parents back home, sister qingsi, almond, and the rest, I feel like going back even more. Besides, I'm not the kind of person who can be a rich lady, don't you think so?"

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