Chapter 1518 - 1281: When Hatred Reaches Its Extreme, What About Love? (2)

Chapter 1518: Chapter 1281: When Hatred Reaches Its Extreme, What About Love? (2)

Fortunately, the Liang Family is somewhat powerful, so Song Zhongming doesn’t dare to be too harsh on Liang Yue’e.

Liang Yue’e’s sudden passing left Yu Yao quite curious.

After the condolences, Yu Yao walked to the bereaved family’s area, where Song Qingyang was crying with bloodshot eyes, seeing this made Yu Yao feel very distressed.

She held Song Qingyang’s hand and said, "Life and death are natural events, Buddhism teaches about reincarnation, your mother was a good person in her lifetime, I believe she will have a good reward, try to see things openly!"

Song Qingyang nodded, with tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Shi Nuan watched from the side, feeling that Yu Yao was genuinely kind to Song Qingyang. Considering Song Qingyang was Song Zhongming’s daughter, it was truly rare for Yu Yao to be this considerate.

The three-hour condolence ended around noon, and afterwards, Liang Yue’e’s ashes were taken to the Song Family’s Cemetery at Dongming Mountain.

Liang Yue’e’s two brothers were initially against it, but were persuaded by Song Qingyang. Song Qingyang said that since her mother was married into the Song Family, she should be considered part of the Song Family. It would not be appropriate to bury her at her maiden home, and it would nullify the meaning of having Father attend the funeral.

The Liang brothers compromised for their niece’s sake.

Liang Yue’e’s burial concluded around two-thirty in the afternoon, with the rain still pouring down relentlessly.

Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng stood under an umbrella, participating in the internment ceremony.

Later, fearing the cold weather, Song Yansheng took Shi Nuan back to the car.

Shi Nuan sat there, watching the rain outside the window, recalling the scene of Song Yichuan’s passing.

She asked Song Yansheng, "Second Uncle, do you ever feel that human life is very fragile?"

Song Yansheng nodded, "Indeed, human life is fragile, but we all live so strongly despite our fragility, don’t we?"

Shi Nuan’s lips moved slightly, "Even the deceased, they all tried so hard to live, like Xiao Chuan. I know how brave and strong he was. You know? About a year and a half after I got engaged to Xiao Chuan, he once jokingly asked me what I would do if he had only one year left to live."

"I told him not to talk nonsense. Xiao Chuan laughed and said if he had only one year left, he hoped to spend that last year with me. I was stunned at the time, thinking he was serious. But then he suddenly laughed again and said he was joking. Now that I think about it, maybe he wasn’t joking at all..."

"One year. He said he only had one year left, but he held on for a year and a half. Although he spent the last six months constantly in and out of emergency care, he made it through each time, didn’t he? Xiao Chuan was truly great, truly amazing, indeed..."

As Shi Nuan spoke, her eyes began to brim with moisture. Song Yansheng sighed, clasping her fingers tightly, "Xiao Chuan was indeed great, truly amazing, I admire him too!"

Shi Nuan’s eyes trembled as she looked at Song Yansheng, "Then, Second Uncle, if Xiao Chuan had been healthy all along, would you have blessed me and Xiao Chuan?"

Song Yansheng frowned, his lips moved slightly, but he didn’t answer.

He couldn’t answer.

Back then, Song Yichuan had asked him to temporarily let Shi Nuan be with him.

He said he was a dying man, that he wouldn’t do anything to Shi Nuan, that he only wanted to help and protect Shi Nuan, hoping she could be happy...

But he had never felt he had lost Shi Nuan forever. He believed that Shi Nuan would someday return to his side.

However, he didn’t know how long it would take. He hoped Xiao Chuan would always be well, but also knew that if Xiao Chuan was well, Shi Nuan wouldn’t come back to him.

This was a paradox, one he hadn’t figured out back then, and it was quite laughable.

Shi Nuan lowered her eyes, smiling faintly, "It seems there will be times when I’ll have trouble for you, Second Uncle!"

After speaking, she turned her face to look out of the window again.

The people outside the window, the curtain of rain outside the window.

Song Yansheng said nothing more, he was watching Shi Nuan.

Oftentimes, in Song Yansheng’s eyes, Shi Nuan was still the lively and adorable Shi Nuan, like a butterfly blooming.

She was beautiful, so beautiful that it was intoxicating. She was very quiet, so quiet it was heart-wrenching.

She was aloof, unwilling to let others discern her thoughts.

She was solitary, and it was difficult for anyone to truly gain her trust.

She hated betrayal, and if faced with it, whether from close friends or lovers, she could uphold her principles unyieldingly.

She was very determined; once she set her mind on something, she had to do it and do it well. This is a spirit that many people today lack.