But she still lifted the quilt to get up: "I'll go with you."

"No need." The little sweetheart stopped her and touched the bruise under her eyes: "Aunt Zhao is already waiting for me. You continue to sleep, and you can eat cake when you wake up. Then you can go to Uncle Prince.

, let him come to celebrate the baby’s birthday in the evening, and mommy will come back too!”

The little guy's eyes were bright and everything was arranged properly.

Ah Qing also knew Aunt Zhao and couldn't help but ask: "Are you really able to do this?"

"Hmm." The little sweetheart nodded like she was pounding garlic.

"Okay." Ah Qing yawned. She was worried if she was alone, but with Aunt Zhao around, she should be fine.

She was so sleepy that she fell asleep.

Little Sweetheart turned around, entered Xia Wanxin's room, and put on a little disguise for herself.

I quickly went downstairs and went out. I didn't forget to send a message to Aunt Zhao, telling her that Mommy was busy this morning and asked her to come back later.

Bo Cemetery.

This is a high-end cemetery under the name of the Bo family. The tombstones are arranged in steps from bottom to top. Each stone tablet has the last photo of the deceased left in this world.

Only one tombstone is different.

The shape of that tombstone is also very different from the others. The edge is actually light pink, with hollow carvings and entwining flowers.

The tombstone is small and exquisite. There is no photo or name on it. There is only a jade stone inlaid on it. The jade stone emits full light, like a star in the dim light of the morning.

At this moment, there was a person standing in front of the tombstone with stars engraved on it.

He was a tall and straight man, with deep and resolute facial features, clear and smooth lines. His deep eyes were quietly shrouded under the tombstone, and his eyes were meaningful and gentle.

The breeze blew gently, blowing the broken hair on his forehead, and his eyebrows became softer.

With that kind of gaze, it was as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in his heart. No one could bear to disturb him after seeing this scene.

He stood there for an unknown amount of time, until the sky gradually became brighter and everything in the cemetery became clearer.

And as the sun brightened, the jade seemed to lose its brilliance and became dim.

The man frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with such a scene, and subconsciously reached out and touched the tombstone.

The tentacles were cold.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in his ears. It was very small, but he still heard it.

His eyes immediately followed him and his voice was hoarse: "Who?"

What came into view was a small figure, thinly dressed and wearing a large medical mask.

I couldn't see the face, I could only see a pair of star-like eyes, which were exceptionally bright and extremely familiar.

The little guy walked up to him, raised his head and looked at him: "It is indeed you."

Bo Qingyun's eyebrows moved slightly, as if he was puzzled that she would appear here.

His thin lips moved slightly, thinking of saying something, but his body stumbled and swayed forward.

Little Sweetheart quickly helped her up: "What's wrong with you?"

She lowered her head and saw countless wine bottles lying crookedly beside her feet.

Bo Qingyun looked the same as usual, but his face was actually a little pale and his vision was a little blurry.

Her nose suddenly wrinkled and she muttered: "Drinking is not a good habit."

Bo Qingyun was speechless and had already sat down.

It was a casual posture, but it was still pleasing to the eye when he did it. He leaned back slightly, but his face looked a little lonely.
Chapter completed!