Lei Qingyi thought that he wouldn’t be able to find her, and Ye Shuyun doubted that they had given up.
He would never give up on his joy. If even he had given up on her, what would be left of his joy.
She no longer had a mother, and only a small portion of her mother’s ashes were left. If even he was gone, what was the use of her being reborn for the rest of her life? It would be better to let her die like that in her previous life.
He gently exhaled and saw a milk tea shop not far away. It was unexpected that someone opened the door at this time. Perhaps it was because the smell of the new year was getting fainter and fainter, and there were more and more people celebrating the new year outside, there were also more and more people.
He stopped the car and went over to buy a cup of milk tea. It was red bean-flavored.
