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Xin Guangyuan held a memorial service for me. The white roses were spread from the venue to the door, and people lined up for half the street. He was kneeling in the front row, his suit straight and his eyes red, holding my black and white photo tightly in his right hand. The people next to him helped him three times but failed to help him up. I squatted behind the candlestick in the corner and flicked my tail. Really crying. Tears fell to the ground one by one. The woman next to him - my half-sister Qin Ruowei - was patting his back gently. The two were very close to each other, shoulder to shoulder. If I hadn't seen them kissing in the storage room five minutes ago. His hands were on her lower back, and he used to put his hands on my waist. My name is Qin Yanan. I disappeared five days ago. Xin Guangyuan said that according to the custom of his hometown, a memorial service would help me rest in peace. I am a cat now. A dirty black cat squatted in the corner of his memorial service, no one noticed. There are less than forty-eight hours until I actually die.