I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 999 - 997: Till Death You Won’t Know (1)

Chapter 999: Chapter 997: Till Death You Won’t Know (1)

After leaving the Han Family enterprise, Xia Wan’an went to a place.

Assistant Zhang originally intended to accompany Xia Wan’an, but was rejected by her.

Without insisting, Assistant Zhang sent her off and, recalling she didn’t look too well when they parted, took out his phone and sent a message.

The car traveled along the busy city streets, moving smoothly at times and at others stopping and starting. Passing the fourth ring, Xia Wan’an saw a flower shop by the road, so she had the driver stop the car at the curb.

She picked some flowers at the shop, and while the shop assistant was wrapping them up, she went next door to buy some items.

Back in the car, it wasn’t long before they had left the city, the car speeding up as it neared noon and arrived at the cemetery.

"Do you need me to accompany you up?" The driver, summoned by Assistant Zhang, asked Xia Wan’an as she got out of the car.

Xia Wan’an: "No need, thank you."

"Then I’ll wait here for you."

Xia Wan’an gave an extremely forced smile, then carrying the bouquet and holding a bag, she stepped up the stairs and walked deep into the cemetery.

After roughly twenty minutes, Xia Wan’an stopped. She looked ahead at the extremely lavish tombstone before her, stood still for a long time, then slowly took steps towards it.

With each step closer, the strength within her dissipated a bit more. When she stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the familiar name engraved upon it, she went limp and collapsed to the ground.

The graveyard was damp, with flower baskets laid around, not yet completely withered. Han Jingnian’s photo on the tombstone showed him young, dressed in a suit, his features cold and clear.

Xia Wan’an looked at the photo of Han Jingnian for a long time before speaking: "I’ve come to see you..."

The man in the photo, looking quietly at her, did not respond to her words.

"I didn’t come to see you until now, do you... do you blame me?"

"In fact, I didn’t want to come. Subconsciously I felt that as long as I didn’t come, as long as I didn’t see these things, you would still be here..."

Xia Wan’an spoke in a tone that was neither hurried nor slow, neither heavy nor light. Perhaps she had cried too much the days before, today her eyes were unusually dry, showing no sign of moisture.

"Do you know? I have a secret, I never told you. Not telling you was meant to protect you, but I never expected that you would leave, so suddenly, when just not long ago, you had liked a post in my circle of friends..."

"That secret, as of this morning, is no longer a secret. I’m not Xia Wanwan, I’m Xia Wan’an... Everyone knows about that secret now, but you will never know..."

"Oh, besides that, I have another identity. I am Anan, my master is JO... Many of my works, all designed for a person, like ’Years, ’First Love’... Do you know why these works are not for sale? Because they belong to you alone, I don’t allow others to share them... It’s such a pity, you never knew any of these things until you died..."

"I met you when I was fifteen, and married you at the age of twenty-two. You never thought about getting to know me, what a pity... You never knew me until you died..."

Xia Wan’an eventually burst into tears.

In the photo on the tombstone, the man’s expression did not change, still that calm and indifferent look.

(Fortunately, Cucu didn’t die. If he had, you would have never known until your death, that would have made the story unbearably heartbreaking!)