Chapter 1292 You Didn’t Die for Me!

That’s why he could calmly plan the future of Country V and the future of Little Milk Can and her before he died!

If he came, all the strange places could be figured out!

Wen Churan prayed in her heart, praying that all this was her fantasy.

Sheng Zhixun would not die for her!

After arriving in Country V, Wen Churan put on a mask and hailed a taxi.

“Driver, go to the Presidential Cemetery.”

The driver looked at her strangely, “Miss, do you know what the Presidential Cemetery is? It is a place where all the presidents of the past dynasties are buried. Ordinary people can’t even get close to it, let alone enter it!”

Wen Churan said coldly, “Don’t bother with these things, just take me there!”

The driver was defeated by a woman and was not convinced, “Hey! If you insist on going there, I can’t stop you, but you just wait. If you are caught by the guards guarding there, don’t blame me for not reminding you!”

Wen Churan didn’t speak, and turned to look out the window.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out.

Halfway through the journey, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and it began to rain heavily, and then it became a drizzle, and there was no intention to stop.

After arriving near the cemetery, the driver advised again, "The rain is too heavy, I think you should find a place nearby to hide from the rain, and wait until the rain stops before you try to see if you can get in."

Wen Churan ignored the driver, pushed the door and got out of the car, and rushed towards the cemetery.

The driver sat in the car, and was so angry that his teeth itched, "Your kindness is taken for granted, there are really all kinds of people these days!"

As soon as Wen Churan arrived at the gate of the cemetery, a group of guards rushed out of the security room and surrounded her with guns.

"Stop, who are you? This is a government-important place, you are not allowed to trespass!"

Wen Churan did not speak, but pulled off her mask, revealing a face that looked particularly pale in the heavy rain.

The guards looked closely and their faces changed immediately.

"Miss Wen?! Why...why did you suddenly come here?"

They all put down their guns.

Wen Churan's voice was a little hoarse, "I'm here to see...President Adair."

The guards retreated to both sides, leaving a passage for Wen Churan.

"Miss Wen, please come in."

A guard handed Wen Churan an umbrella, but Wen Churan refused it. She walked straight into the cemetery in the rain.

The place where the presidents of all dynasties were buried was of course built extraordinarily luxuriously.

Walking through a green lawn, there were only a few graves lined up in front of her.

Wen Churan easily found Sheng Shimo. The name engraved on his tombstone was Adair, and there was not even a photo.

It's not that they didn't put a tombstone on him, but they probably didn't find it.

With such a cold personality, he naturally didn't like taking pictures.

Wen Churan walked over step by step. For some reason, her legs suddenly became weak, and she knelt down in front of the tombstone with a plop. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, which had already mixed with the rain.

She raised her hand and stroked the cold tombstone, but couldn't help crying.

"Sheng Shimo, tell me, you didn't die for me, you didn't die for me!"

Wen Churan screamed at the tombstone desperately.

Now she was like a person standing on a cliff, on the verge of death, with a cut in her heart. Only Sheng Shimo was her life-saving straw.

Only if he told her in person that he didn't die for her, and he didn't use his death to exchange for her life.

She wouldn't be so heartbroken that she would rather die than live.