Quan Tianyou's original intention was to teach Li Youxi a lesson, but he didn't expect Li Zhiqiang and Zhao Qian to have such a thing. But after all the things were done, they could only blame them for committing their own sins.

He patted Su Liuying on the shoulder and said coldly, "She blamed all this, and she couldn't blame others!"

"But the Li family went bankrupt and Li Youxi's parents had such a thing again. Can she accept it?"..."

Su Liuying always felt very uneasy inside. Li Youxi was such a paranoid person. She suddenly suffered such a big change. She was really afraid that she would do something more extreme.

"Okay, you don't have to worry too much about this!"

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When Liu Hengyuan arrived at the hospital, he saw Li Youxi squatting at the entrance of the hospital regardless of his appearance, putting his head on his knees, looking indifferent.

He felt his heart ache, and he quickly walked to her and called her softly, "Youxi!"

Li Youxi looked up and saw that it was him, and tears immediately flowed out, "Hengyuan, I have no mother anymore... no one will protect me..."

"well……"

Liu Hengyuan sighed deeply, reached out to help Li Youxi up, looked at her seriously, and said, "Youxi, don't worry, you still have me, I will accompany you!"

"Didn't you ignore me anymore?"

Li Youxi looked at him pitifully, her tears kept falling. He reached out to wipe her tears and hugged her in his arms, "Youxi, just think I owe you in my previous life, I really can't let you go!"

"Wuwu... Hengyuan..."

Li Youxi was extremely fragile, her psychological defense had collapsed, and now she had become a poor person without her parents' love. She leaned in Liu Hengyuan's arms and cried bitterly.

"Don't cry, Yexi, let's go and get rid of Aunt Li's funeral first."

Liu Hengyuan helped Li Youxi to the hospital. After completing the relevant procedures, Zhao Qian's funeral was handed over to the funeral home for service.

Standing in front of the crematorium, Li Youxi was wearing mahjong clothes and watched the funeral home beautician performing beauty on Zhao Qian's body. Zhao Qian loved beauty during her lifetime, and even after she died, she had to dress her up and recreate her.

"Yexi, don't be sad, Aunt Li is a relief like this!"

Liu Hengyuan held Li Youxi's shoulder to comfort her. She chuckled softly and whispered, "She is free and left a mess. What should I do?"

"Don't worry, I'll face it with you!"

"Um!"

Li Youxi leaned her head weakly on Liu Hengyuan's shoulder. After she looked at Zhao Qian's body for the last time, the body was pushed into the stove.

The flames of hatred flashed in her eyes, and her fists were clenched tightly. She calculated the pain of losing her mother on Su Liuying's head.

When Liu Hengyuan handed the urn to Li Youxi, there was no expression on her face, "Hengyuan, please save your mother's urn, I have no place to collect it now..."

He looked at her and replied, "Okay!"

"Mother!"

Li Youxi took the urn and raised his hand to caress the face of the box. Death was like a lamp that went out. He was still alive in the morning, but he had already burned a handful of ashes at night.

Tears dripped down again and disappeared on the urn. She sniffed, handed the urn to Liu Hengyuan, and turned around and left.

Liu Hengyuan looked at her pretending to be strong, sighed, and turned to store the urn.
Chapter completed!