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Chapter 65 Zhizhi, don’t cry
After returning from swimming in the West Lake, Wen Zhi didn't sleep well all night.

She had nightmares.

In the dream, she was in the wilderness with disheveled hair. Everywhere she looked, there were grasses half as tall as a person, which was very desolate.She stumbled through the grass, then walked faster and faster until she stopped in front of a woman's body.

Explosive screams pierced the darkness.

Wen Zhi knelt down and stretched out his trembling hands to pick up the dilapidated body lying in the grass.

She kept shouting: "Mom, mom, mom..."

The corpse has been exposed to the wilderness for a long time and has become somewhat unrecognizable, but the traces of abuse before death are all shocking...

There were strangulation marks, pinch marks, burn marks, and broken hand bones bent at [-] degrees.

Wen Zhi carefully pushed away the weeds and dirt on the corpse's face and burst into tears.

"Mom, I am Zhizhi...I am Zhizhi..."

"Mom, I'm Zhizhi..." The voice was almost too low to disappear.

For several long minutes, Wen Zhi could not make any more sound.

Her throat felt like it was being strangled.

After a long time, when she spoke again, her voice seemed to be mute, and only her lips moved, but no sound was heard.

"Mom, don't be afraid, Zhiwei will take you home, take you home..."

And those who are in mourning cannot use any strength.

Wen Zhi stubbornly held the woman's body and couldn't get up. In the end, he even fell down.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the mourning hall, with mournful music and music in her ears. A black and white photo of Wen Yinxi's body was surrounded by white chrysanthemums and stood in the middle. Countless wreaths were placed around it. The entire mourning hall was a blur. The dim and hopeless gray-white color...

A slanting shadow appeared from behind, and the footsteps were sometimes steady and sometimes hollow. Wen Zhi turned around and saw Mu Yanzhou's pale face.

She subconsciously shouted: "Dad." Mu Yanzhou raised his eyes and saw a face that was astonishing to heaven, with eyes like bright stars, a nose like a jade pillar, and noble bones.Buhuo, the years have settled on his face without leaving any obvious traces. He will now be more stable than he was before, so flamboyant and wanton.

At this moment, he was wearing a black trench coat, his pale face seemed to have lost all color, and his expression looked a bit sickly.

"Zhizhi." Mu Yanzhou called her over.

His expression was gentle, and the look he looked at Wen Zhi had the love of a father.

Wen Zhi walked towards Mu Yanzhou step by step.

Mu Yanzhou gently raised his hand and spread his palm. Wen Zhi sniffed, threw himself into Mu Yanzhou's arms and burst into tears: "Dad."

Mu Yanzhou placed his palm on the back of Wen Zhi's head, coaxing her like he did when he was a child: "Zhi Zhi, don't cry."

Wen Zhi's tears soaked Mu Yanzhou's clothes. When she spoke again, her voice was so hoarse that she almost lost her voice: "I was one step too late, one step too late..."

Even though everything was in front of him, Wen Zhi still couldn't accept the fact that Wen Yinxi was dead.

She brainwashed herself over and over again, telling herself that her mother was still there and nothing happened to her.

But no matter how many times I opened my eyes, the black and white photo in front of the mourning hall was still so dazzling.

Mu Yanzhou's steady voice fell above his head: "Zhizhi, don't blame yourself."

"No..." Wen Zhi couldn't persuade himself not to blame himself.

She cried for a long time, and finally Mu Yanzhou called his subordinate Zhan Feng to take her away. She was unwilling to leave and cried: "Dad, mom, she was tortured to death, mom, she was tortured to death..."

What Wen Zhi couldn't accept was the forensic report - death by drowning.

"It's not drowning! Dad, mom, she didn't drown, she didn't drown. Re-examine, must re-examine, dad -"

(End of this chapter)