"Ms. Ren, we need you to come over and confirm." The mobile phone in Ren Fanxing's hand fell to the ground.
Ren Fanxing put down the phone, picked up the coat next to him, put it on, and hurriedly left the house. I walked to the parking lot and took out the key and was about to drive, but I dropped it on the ground and the car wouldn't start. Helpless, Ren Fanxing had no choice but to take a taxi, but none of the cars coming and going stopped. Ren Fanxing arrived at the scene in a panic. It was unclear whether it was sweat or tears on Ren Fanxing's face, which was mixed with anxiety and helplessness.
"You're finally here. We've been looking for it for a long time, and we only found this." Ren Fanxing tremblingly took the object handed over by the staff, which was his broken ID card, and his smiling face could be clearly seen on it.
One month later, it was the day of Jian Qiao's burial. Ren Fanxing looked at Jian Qiao's tombstone and said nothing for a long time, just crying.
"Fan Xing, I didn't expect such a thing to happen." A well-dressed lady came over and spoke apologetically to Ren Fanxing.
"..."
"If I had known what was going on, I would have chosen not to let him go."
"Actually, he and I..." Lin Xiang was about to tell her that nothing actually happened between him and Jian Qiao that day, but he hesitated.
Ren Fanxing suddenly collapsed in front of the tombstone, stroking the tombstone and talking to himself.
"Jian Qiao, in the end, it's still me whose wife's name is engraved on your monument. Do you think I should be happy?"
Intention: If you love, please love deeply, if not, please let go.