Strongly hold up a smile, bend down and put down the carnation, reach out and touch the shallow dust on the tombstone.

Looking back, I was looking up at those gentle black eyes.

"Qingchen".

"Well, I'm here."

"Qingchen, I'm tired."

Yi Qingchen squatted down and Chu Qiao stood up obediently, leaving him to carry himself and walk slowly under the dusk sunset.

Mingming has been capricious for so many years, and suddenly she feels that this moment is the deepest capriciousness in a long time.

Yiqing Chen, why are you so kind to me?

I don't know how the news of Zhou and Chu's divorce got out. As Yi Qingchen...