1849 As cold as a stone, without any temperature

Murong Zhihong's death was not a small matter. It concerned his entire family and company. The funeral, the cemetery, and the venue for the condolence had to be arranged.

"Thank you for your hard work," Madam Murong nodded.

"It's nothing, it's nothing ... This is what I should do. " Ji Mianmian carefully observed Madam Murong's expression. She realized that she only looked Haggard and did not seem to be very sad. She was even more worried. She had experienced the heart-wrenching pain. She knew that the calmer she looked, the deeper the pain in her heart.

The death of Mr. Murong was a fatal blow to Madam Murong.

Madam Murong reached out to pull out the needle from the back of her hand, but Ji Mianmian quickly stopped her.""Hey, Madam, you can 'T. You haven't finished losing yet."

"I'm fine. I don't need an IV. " Madam Murong insisted on pulling it out.

Ji Mianmian held her down."Madam, please wait. I'll get the nurse to help you pull it out. Please wait a moment."

In the end, the moment she turned around, Madam Murong pulled it out herself. Ji Mianmian scratched her head helplessly.

Madam Murong wanted to get off the bed, but Ji Mianmian immediately reached out to help her up."Where are you going? you haven't eaten for more than a day. Let's go get something to eat first?"

Madam Murong's body was very weak. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. In addition, she was too sad. Her body was so weak that she couldn't walk.

Madam Murong shook her head slightly."It's alright, I'm not hungry. He's probably still in the mortuary. I'll go and see him."

"Madam," Ji Mianmian's heart ached,"old master Murong, he ..."

"I know, he's dead." Madam Murong's voice was so soft that it could barely be heard.

Ji Mianmian felt terrible. She could empathize with Madam Murong's current feelings. It was because she understood that the pain was unimaginable to others."You ... I'm sorry."

Madam Murong's lips curved into a faint smile."Yeah, my condolences. What else could we have done?"

Until his death, he had left with regret because she had not been able to stand in front of him and say a word to him.

Ji Mianmian helped Madam Murong to the mortuary. She finally saw Murong Zhihong's body.

Murong Mian knew that she would definitely want to see him when she woke up, so she had already asked someone to help Murong Zhihong put on his clothes. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a diamond-patterned tie. His hair was neatly combed, and there was a well-made pocket watch in his chest pocket.

Madam Murong recognized the suit. She had bought it for him. Even the pocket watch was something she had picked out for him.

The pocket watch was Murong Zhihong's favorite thing to wear when he was alive. It was an old item.

It was just that this suit used to fit him well, but now, it was empty. After he fell ill, he aged and became thin rapidly. He was originally a tall and handsome man, but when he died, he was so thin that he was only left with a handful of bones.

Madam Murong looked at Murong Zhihong's body. She didn't feel any sadness anymore. She was probably numb from the pain.

Psychology said that when a person is in extreme pain, when the body's instincts can't bear the pain, it will automatically shut off the five senses.

She reached out her hand and gently touched Murong Zhihong's face.""I'm coming ... I'm coming ..."

His body was already cold and stiff. When his fingers touched it, he felt like he was touching a Cold Stone. There was no warmth at all.