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Isabella took a beautifully wrapped bouquet of blue hyacinths and handed it to him, "It's his favorite flower...... Represents the ...... of life"

Jin Zeheng didn't speak, and took a long breath.

It was rainy and rainy, and it was the most melancholy.

His straight back was stained with a slightly desolate glimmer of light from the leaden sky.

His angular and handsome face makes people feel the slightest temperature in the rain.

This cemetery is famous, and it is buried with people who died for the benefit of country M.

They have a variety of identities, they have a variety of jobs, and they have different contributions to the country.

Jin Zeheng unpacked the hyacinth, and the flowers were scattered on his knees.

The blue hyacinth is noble and rich, made up of many small elf-like flowers, and exudes a faint fragrance.

"I never knew he liked this flower." Jin Zeheng said lightly.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the cemetery, almost all of the national honors, the rise and fall of fate and the continuation of life in country M can be found here.

In a trance, he seemed to see his younger brother.

When he was in the Salis Palace, he often saw his brother's tall and lonely figure on the terrace, especially desolate.

Jin Zeming's past is definitely not as simple as he knows.

"Mr. Jin, can you start?" A man walked over and asked softly.

He frowned slightly and nodded, "It's time to start." ”

The priest came and began to pray, to do the ritual.

There was no trace of a smile on Jin Zeheng's cold face, what his future was, he was not sure.

At the end of the ceremony, Jin Zeheng threw several hyacinths into the grave.

The staff tied the coffin with a rope and slowly lowered it.

"Are you sad?" Jin Zeheng asked Isabella.

Isabella was stunned, "Aren't you sad?" ”

Jin Zeheng sneered suddenly, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his pale fingers were playing with the beautiful hyacinth.

He does not grieve because he believes that his brother is not dead.

It's just that there must be something wrong with this, so that he can't return to his previous identity.

"My brother died, and I ...... It's going to be sad, but ......" he didn't continue.

Isabella is from the Intelligence Agency of Country M, and everything she says is in vain.

Little by little, the dirt covered the solemn coffin, and when the tombstone was erected, he bent down and placed the remaining hyacinths in front of the tombstone.

"Isabella, where is Helena?" He asked.

"There will be no danger to her, keep waiting, and you will get the life you want."

"Really?"

Jin Zeheng was a little angry, knowing that something was wrong, but he was very helpless.

Such entanglement and helplessness made him faintly mixed with anger in his heart, but if he lost his temper, it would not be a good thing for Luo Xingchen.

He didn't want them to send her to another strange man, and then, the expression on his face softened a little.

Raise your eyes, and you can see the greenery and desolation of the cemetery.

At the end of the funeral, Jin Zeheng got into the car.

Suddenly, through the half-open window, I saw a young woman getting out of a black Bentley not far away.

Behind her, a woman dressed in black with sunglasses on the bridge of her nose helped her hold an umbrella.

It was cold, but the young woman was wearing only a black tweed dress, revealing her smooth and slender calves.

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