Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse-Chapter 446 Sacrifice for Love

Fan Qing and Zhang Kaiyang just lay on the bed quietly, as if they were asleep.

"Qingqing~"

"Qingqing~"

She and Ye Mianmian hurried forward to check on them, and their faces turned pale.

"Sister Yuan, how could this happen?"

Jhiang Yuan also swallowed hard, extended a finger, and placed it near their noses and mouths.

Seeing her stagger backward, Song Yi quickly stepped forward to support her.

In fact, there was no need to check; they knew the situation wasn’t good.

Especially after seeing so many dead, the complexion could tell all.

There was no trace of life; it was truly gone.

But normal people don’t come up with that term right away; when you’re faced with it, you immediately understand.

"How could this happen?"

She murmured to herself, clearly not having expected it.

Fan Qing always had her own ideas; how could she have just gone so easily?

Song Yi reached out and patted her shoulder.

Now, he really didn’t know what to say.

"My girl, look, there’s a letter here."

The words of Jhiang Xingzhi shifted everyone’s focus. freewёbnoνel.com

Song Yi went over to take it, and without any hesitation, he opened it.

"Brother Song, Sister Yuan, Sister Mianmian: By the time you’re reading this letter, I will have left.

Don’t be sad, and don’t be upset.

With Kaiyang gone, my life has no meaning anymore.

Leaving with him is my last happiness.

You must believe that he and I are off to another beautiful world.

There will be no more disasters and pain, and you should be happy for us.

I’m very grateful for the care you all have shown us during this time.

You’ve allowed me to feel the last warmth of the world and to break the curse that troubled my whole life.

Now that everything has ended, you must live well.

Kaiyang and I will be watching over you from heaven.

If there is an afterlife, I hope we can still be friends."

The signature was Fan Qing’s. A few brief lines, but they weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

"Alright, don’t be like this, it was her own choice.

Just like what the letter says, passing on is a blessing, living is suffering!

Let’s all try to think positively!"

Jhiang Xingzhi, after all, was older and had experienced more. He immediately came over to comfort the younger ones.

Actually, while they were distressed about it, deep down everyone was aware of what mattered most.

It was just that nobody had expected Fan Qing to choose such a way to end her life.

"Sister Yuan, why would this happen?"

What she didn’t expect was that Ye Mianmian would be the first to break down.

"We’ve all come through so many trials, how could Qingqing just—"

"Enough!"

Jhiang Yuan said as she went to embrace her.

"I know it’s hard. It’s difficult for everyone to accept.

But without Kaiyang, this world has no meaning for her anymore.

At least now they are together, and they’re happy.

You heard Qingqing’s suicide note just now.

It was her own choice."

"Sister Yuan~"

Ye Mianmian’s eyes were brimming with tears, and she was inconsolably sad.

She could accept it when someone like Zhang Kaiyang died because of the insects.

But Fan Qing’s way was something she truly couldn’t accept!

While they spoke, Jiang Yuan and Camp Commander Xie and others also came over.

Zhang Tiezhu entered and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Mianmian, what’s wrong with you?"

"Zhang Tiezhu~"

Seeing him, Ye Mianmian could hold back no longer.

Song Yi gestured for them to go to the next room.

The room was already small, unable to accommodate so many people.

Moreover, now that the person had passed away, the arrangements for what would follow were more important.

"How could this happen?"

Jiang Yuan was also surprised; they were quite familiar with the girl Fan Qing.

She had been assisting them there, usually not talking much, appearing genteel and serene.

To think she had been so desperate, not realizing how precious it is to be alive in these times.

"It’s just as you see, with her only concern gone, how could she live alone."

Song Yi had an "you wouldn’t understand, you’re a bachelor" expression.

"Then let’s cremate both of them together. Given the circumstances, we don’t have any other option."

Jhiang Yuan felt that since Fan Qing had made her choice,

they didn’t have much to say about it; the only thing they could do was to allow them to be together after death.

"Alright, we need two people over here."

Camp Commander Xie was shocked too but maintained composure, directing people to come over quickly to take care of it.

Since they didn’t need her there, she went to check on Ye Mianmian.

"I was so foolish. When she asked me for makeup yesterday, I should have suspected something.

A perfectly good person, gone just like that."

She leaned on Zhang Tiezhu’s shoulder, her speech stoic, but the tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

When they entered, Fan Qing had already been taken care of, dressed in clean, beautiful clothes.

She had also applied a fresh layer of makeup, using the cosmetics Ye Mianmian had sent her the day before.

"Mianmian, don’t think too much about it, the deceased has passed.

We have to look forward, Fan Qing left with dignity.

Quickly compose yourself, and we’ll go together to see them off soon."

Zhang Tiezhu, hearing this, also hurried over to comfort her.

She didn’t want to stay any longer and went out to look for her father.

Jhiang Xingzhi watched everyone carry the two away, carefully closing the door behind them.

This room would soon have new occupants.

Even the bed, blankets, and table would be repurposed.

But the two young people they knew would never return.

"Dad, later on, you should go back too."

The cremation was to take place at the foot of the mountain behind them.

Not too far, but not close either.

"I’ll accompany you."

He was also worried about his own daughter, Qin Yue, and the two children, still confined in the space and not let out.

Whether he made it over or not, it didn’t matter.

"Alright, we’ll go together then!"

Jhiang Yuan said and returned to her own room to fetch a plain little jar.

After everything was over, it could be used to hold the ashes.

Song Yi didn’t have her lift a finger the whole process, taking over all the tasks.

Once everything here was done, Camp Commander Xie patted him on the shoulder.

"We’ll head back first. Once you’ve finished cleaning up, come to the lab.

We’ll have a brief meeting."

"Okay!"

Knowing that these few were going to bury them, he even thoughtfully left behind a shovel.

Song Yi went to dig a hole, while Jhiang Yuan held the jar in her arms, unsure of what to say.

Ye Mianmian had stopped crying by now, but her eyes were terribly swollen, likely having not ceased weeping since yesterday.

"Sister Yuan, after a while, we’ll lay them to rest here.

Won’t they have even a gravestone?"

Ah, this was indeed putting her in a difficult spot.

"Mianmian, the people are gone, and all those fancy rituals are pointless now.

Moreover, given our limited conditions, we don’t have the means to arrange that."

"Yes, Mianmian, look, there’s a small tree nearby.

As long as we remember the place, we can come to pay our respects in the future."