Mo Shao's lovely wife is sweet as honey

Chapter 445 The Best Comfort (4 More)
469. When Simba's body arrived, Ye Nianwei had already dug a big hole. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely, sweat and tears mingled together.

She lifted her sleeves to wipe the sweat and tears off her face, and said to them, "Please put Simba in for me!"

They put Simba into the big pit, and Ye Nianwei held the soil in both hands and began to bury him.

There is too much reluctance in my heart...

Simba is by her side, bringing her a lot of happiness that money cannot buy.

Simba is like a child, but also like a family.

But now, Simba will leave her forever...

Ye Nianwei's hands were covered with dirt, and the gaps between his nails were covered with dirt. When he wiped his tears, his face was also stained with dust.

After burying Simba, Ye Nianwei stared at the small tomb, his eyes flickering.

Simba, you are not alone!
I will always remember you……

When Mo Beiming got the news, when he rushed back to the imperial palace from the company, he saw such a picture.

Ye Nianwei sat quietly beside Simba's grave, staring into the distance in a daze, sadness shrouded her body, like a gray oil painting.

Seeing Ye Nianwei so sad, Mo Beiming felt very distressed.

He had already guessed that Ye Nianwei would be hit when he knew the news of Simba's death, so he ordered someone to conceal the news, but now, she still knows.

Mo Beiming came over and sat down beside her, stroking the top of her head with his big palm.

Ye Nianwei came back to her senses and found that Mo Beiming was back. She opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't speak.

Her eyes were red from crying, her face and hands were covered with mud, and the tears had already dried.

"I heard that you didn't eat lunch, do you know how distressed I am?"

Mo Beiming pressed her head against his chest, and comforted, "Don't be sad, Wei Wei, your body is important."

Feeling his warm embrace and listening to his gentle voice, Ye Nianwei collapsed again at this moment.

She fell on his chest, put her arms around his waist, and burst into tears.

"Simba is gone..." The crying was filled with endless grievances.

"I know……"

"There will be no second Simba in this world..."

Mo Beiming's heart was touched by her, and he tightened his grip, "Wei Wei, don't cry, what should I do if you cry badly? There is no second Ye Nianwei in this world."

His consolation was very effective, and she also put her tears into her stomach for him.

Mo Beiming got up, helped her up, took out a handkerchief and wiped off the dirt on her face, "In the real world, Simba is gone, but you can use another way to keep him alive."

"..."

Ye Nianwei suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him blankly.

"You can draw it and let it live in your pen. I believe you can draw a cute Simba."

Mo Beiming's suggestion was undoubtedly the best comfort for Ye Nianwei and diverted her sadness.

He was right, she could draw Simba.

Simba is gone, but she can make Simba live in this world in another warm way.

From this moment, she began to conceive Simba's story.

Ye Nianwei never thought that Simba would open the second door to the picture book world for her...

After comforting Ye Nianwei, Mo Beiming hugged her back to the master bedroom of the imperial palace, put a pool of warm water for her, and let her take a good bath.

After Ye Nianwei came out of the shower, Mo Beiming cooked simple meals with his own hands.

"Try to see if my craft has improved?"

Mo Beiming was just trying to persuade her to eat more.

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(End of this chapter)