Just as they were looking for her traces, there was a short fence and a crowd of onlookers, and the person they were looking for was under the wheels.

Hua Rong thought that maybe Luo Nanchu might have been alive at that time when she passed by the car accident, and she walked over in a hurry—she didn't think she would have a car accident at all.

She had seen so many car accidents in this world, those car crash scenes in horrible conditions, but she couldn't connect with her relatives and friends.

- and then she missed the last meeting with Luo Nanchu.

*

"These are the things that the deceased was carrying at the time."

The staff at the hospital handed over the things.

A broken mobile phone, a broken bank card that could no longer be used, and a gift box stained with blood.

"The memory of the mobile phone is seriously damaged, and it took a lot of time for the police to repair the memory card, and your mobile phone number is the first in the address book, so we will call you first."

"The bank card is no longer available, we can't confirm the identity of the deceased in the first place, I'm really sorry for being so late."

"This." The staff handed over the remaining gift box, "This is what the deceased was holding in her hand that day, it should be very important, she kept it in her hand when she died." ”

Fu Tingyuan stood there without moving.

After a long while, he asked coldly, "How do you know that these things are hers?" ”

His face was so terrible that the staff hesitated for a while before he cautiously replied: "The mobile phone and bank card were found from the hands of the deceased, and when they were sent to the hospital for rescue, they were all in their hands." ”

Fu Tingyuan was stunned for a long time, and then slowly stretched out his hand and took the small gift box.

The delicate and small box was a souvenir that Luo Nanchu said he was going to buy that day, and he came to see it silently, wanting to see what the souvenir that asked for Luo Nanchu's life was.

It's a pair of expensive rings.

There is no pattern, only a pair of a man and a woman, neatly placed in the gift box.

Luo Nanchu is dead, and no one knows what she did when she went to the mall to buy a pair of rings, why she bought a pair of rings, and who she just wanted to wear.

Dead people don't speak.

She came to London for his wedding, and when she left, bought a pair of rings to take home.

That's it.

The rest can only be left to the living to guess alone.

The staff pulled out the refrigerated cabinet and the person covered with a white cloth inside.

Hua Rong's legs were a little weak, she couldn't stand, her heart seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and even her breathing was painful.

Her eyes were so red that she couldn't even cry.

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand and lifted the white cloth slightly, and his long hair with blood stains fell out of it.

The cloth was not tightly covered, and the hem of the white dress that Luo Nanchu was wearing that day could be seen hanging down on the side of the bed, some broken, and then all blood.

The car accident was tragic and unrecognizable, Fu Tingyuan only glanced at it, then picked the cloth back, and didn't look at it, so that the person lying inside at the moment would not be Luo Nanchu.

He squeezed the two cold rings in his palm, and the pain in his palm made him realize that this was not a dream, he was living in it, although he didn't want to admit that this reality was ridiculous at all.!