Chapter 858

Xu Jiamu personally chose the photo for the tombstone . It was taken by Xu Wanli when they were on their honeymoon .

In the photo, Han Ruchu had on a dazzling smile, her face emitting vigor and confidence .

In Xu Jiamu's memory, his mother had never smiled like that . In front of him, she was always caring and motherly . When she was with Xu Wanli, they were always a loving couple, but behind close doors, they were strangers that didn't meddle in each other's business .

When Xu Jiamu received the call informing him about her suicide, he was on the brink of collapse . Even while he was driving, all he could think about was the previous night when she was finally willing to speak to him . At that time, he told her that he would wait for her to come out . . . Why would she kill herself?

But when her body was finally cremated, he felt unusually calm .

His mother had indeed forgiven him but she didn't want to live anymore .

She told him, "Jiamu, take good care of yourself . " At that time, she must have already come to the decision .

Maybe when she said that, she had already regretting how she’d led her life to this tragedy . But it was all too late, she could no longer turn back after spending her entire life in hatred . When she was suddenly asked to put down the hate, she was probably confused as to how to continue, choosing the easy way out .

Death was able to rid her off her torment .

What about her? She was finally able to free herself .

Xu Jiamu understood that to Han Ruchu, death was much better than living . .

When she was alive, the immense amount of hatred and sorrow she felt had driven her to become a demon .

When she was finally buried, Xu Jiamu could no longer hold it in . He knelt in front of the tombstone, tears streaming down his face .

Regardless of her misdoings, she was after all his mother . She was the one who had suffered in pregnancy for ten long months and had brought him up giving him all the best .

In her entire life, even if she never treated others sincerely, he couldn't deny that she had treated him wholeheartedly .

After Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi left, it was already 5 am the next morning . From the dark skies, there was a tiny drizzle .

Now that it was still early spring, the night rain had them trembling in cold . Xu Jiamu removed his jacket, placing it on Song Xiangsi's shoulders . He took her hand and they carefully tread down the wet staircase .

They didn't talk, silently taking in each other's presence . Sometimes, a silent companion could triumph over a thousand words .

It was 11 am when they returned to the city, the skies already bright . While Xu Jiamu bathed, Song Xiangsi headed downstairs to grab breakfast .

When she returned, she laid the breakfast on the table . Walking over to the dishwasher, she grabbed a few plates over . Just as she was about to put them down, the bedroom door open . Xu Jiamu held up her phone with soaking wet hair . "Phone . "

It was ringing repeatedly .

Song Xiangsi reached over for the phone . After glancing at the screen, she answered the call .

"Xiangsi, what time will you be in the hospital?"

She instinctively turned to glance at Xu Jiamu—he was using a towel to dry his hair . "I'm a little busy now, can I contact you in a few days?"