The pain on her cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Every word Mrs. Xing said felt like a sharp knife, piercing Lin Yixun's heart.
Yes, why wasn't she the one who died?
The car was clearly heading towards her; it was Xing Yi who pushed her away at the last moment. She should have been the one in that cold coffin, but it was Xing Yi lying there instead.
Xing Yi's funeral was held three days later, attended by his family, friends, colleagues, and some students who wanted to see him off.
Lin Yixun knew she was not welcome. If she appeared at Xing Yi's funeral, it might upset his mother. She caused Xing Yi to lose his life and really did not have the courage to face his family again.
But she still went to the cemetery where Xing Yi was. Even from a distance, she wanted to see him off one last time.
