"You will come back. Don't cry." Li Wanyue could not help but choke.

for a whole day, she has been waiting for Butong to vent. As long as she can cry, it's a good thing. At least, she won't hold the unbearable pressure in her heart, and finally she chooses a way not to return.

Butong's hands covered his face, and he couldn't breathe until he lost his strength, and then he stopped crying slowly, and there was no more voice.

Li Wanyu steps forward, puts her hand in the quilt, takes a hot towel to wipe away the tears on her face, "cousin Butong, you have a good sleep....