Because the time was still very short, the smell of the quilt and pillow was still fresh, and he leaned on the head of the bed and took the shark doll and put it in his hand, looking at the ugly-looking doll with a blank expression.

He didn't know why Luo Nanchu could be so naïve, and he had to name it when he bought a doll, but because he was held in her arms all day long, the faint fragrance on Luo Nanchu's body was still very clear.

He placed Sam next to his pillow and closed his eyes.

Nine days had passed since her death and her burial.

He hadn't dreamed of her once.

Fu Tingyuan felt that she might never want to see him again.

When she was alive, she was heartbroken by him, so she didn't want to enter his dream again when she died.

So he told her to go, and she really wouldn't come back.

He has always known that he knows how stubborn Luo Nanchu is, and he doesn't even doubt that he will never dream of her again in his life.

After the funeral, it was business as usual.

After the grand fan commemoration, Luo Nanchu's name gradually faded on the Internet.

Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang.

There is no one who is immortal and deserves to be remembered by many people, and everyone who is alive has something to do.

Three days after the funeral, Qin Su returned the contract to Fu Tingyuan, and took Qin Lie back to the United States without saying a word.

This is just an ordinary traffic accident, it would be ridiculous to blame Luo Nanchu's death on Fu Tingyuan's head, and after intense sadness, they all calmed down, attended the funeral, and returned to the United States.

Hua Rong went to Fu Tingyuan's company to visit him.

The man sat in the office, well-dressed and handsome, and when he saw her come in, he only raised his head.

"I'm going back today."

She came to say goodbye to him.

Fu Tingyuan's gaze lifted from the computer screen and nodded slightly: "Hmm." When to go? I'll send you. ”

Hua Rong walked over and smiled, "Where do I need you to send it." Chu Xi can send me. ”

She sat on the sofa, looked at the man's usual expression under the sun, and called out to him for a long time: "Ting Yuan." ”

"Huh?"

"Her death is not your fault." She brought up the topic again.

Fu Tingyuan turned his head to look at her, and then said calmly, "I know." ”

Hua Rong looked at him, she was a little clumsy for a while, she was not good at comforting, but before leaving the UK, she still wanted to come over to make sure he was okay.

Or rather, is it normal.

She looked at Fu Tingyuan for a while, then sighed lowly, got up from the sofa and picked up her bag: "You have time...... I took the time to go out and see a psychiatrist. Don't be alone. Luo Nanchu's villa in Tongcheng, I will ask someone to clean it, if you want to come, just take the key and go in. The key is underneath the flower bed. …… She used to leave it there. ”

Speaking of Luo Nanchu, her heart was still slightly sour and painful, Fu Tingyuan nodded and responded: "Okay." ”

Hua Rong looked at him, pursed her lips gently, and said softly, "I'm leaving." ”

Fu Tingyuan let out a "hmm".

When Hua Rong left London by plane, she still inevitably felt a hint of escape.

Luo Nanchu died in this city, and it may be really difficult for her to let go of this city in the future.