Finally, holding Su Anqi, she carried the luggage upstairs. Jian Yi was exhausted, and her whole body was soft, as if a life and death battle had just ended.

Why was it so hard to raise children? She now prefered to go back and draw fifty sketches. She just hoped that she could return to her body as soon as she opened her eyes the next day.

She sat on the sofa and looked at Su Enran. He was watching the news at the moment. Su Anqi was sitting next to her, she had just learned how to walk and she wanted to try to stand up, her body was shaking.

Jian Yi supported her with one hand, watching her being happy. Her cute little face was full of joy. When she smiled, she showed her two front teeth, and saliva kept flowing.

“… Last night, the famous cartoonist An Xiaojian died at her home at the age of thirty. It was reported that she stayed up late to catch up with her work…”

She was smiling at Su Anqi, but when she suddenly heard her pen name, she looked up. Su Enran had changed the channel from news to entertainment.

Her assistant Xiao Li was crying silently, holding her white cat Bai Lian in her arms.

The news said, “… Fans would hold An Xiaojian’s funeral in Nanshi. According to An Xiaojian’s lawyer, she had made a will before her death and donated all her income to Anhe orphanage … “

Jian Yi was stunned.

Was she dead? A sudden death?

On the screen, Xiao Li was still crying. Beside her, Su Anqi was crawling on her, and Su Enran was watching TV seriously. Why did she die? Why did the original owner Jian Yi die?

Suddenly, the memory of the original owner appeared in her mind. Because of thirst, she got up at night and drank water. Unexpectedly, she knocked her head and fell to the bed face down, then slowly suffocated to death.

Unable to accept this fact, Jian Yi’s face was full of shock. When she woke up today, she thought that she was out of her mind.

What about the original owner? Where was her soul? According to this video, her body was dead, had she disappeared?

Su Anqi felt that her mother’s mood was not right. She tried to move in her direction and finally crawled along her hand into her arms. Her chubby hand touched her mother’s face and babbleled.

Jian Yi recovered, only to find that she had burst into tears. She grabbed her chubby hand, kissed and hugged Su Anqi with her head nested on her neck, “Anqi did you come to comfort your mother? My little Anqi!”

Su Anqi nodded as if she understood her. She allowed Jian Yi to hold her, patting her back unconsciously with her small hand.

Feeling Su Anqi’s comfort, her inner grievances and panic suddenly flowed out of her heart, and the tears in her eyes could hardly be controlled. She quickly picked up Su Anqi and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door with a click.

She sat with Su Anqi on her knees. Jian Yi took out her phone, opened Weibo, and searched for her name.

All kinds of posts came out in an instant

She casually clicked on a topic, all of which were filled with condolences.

She clicked on her own Weibo. Under her latest Weibo, there were more than 3 million reposts, more than 4 million comments, and almost 10 million likes.

Looking at the comments, Jian Yi broke into tears and realized more clearly that she was really dead.

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