Sheng Yiting did not sleep well that night.
Tong Siyao's room seemed to be filled with a refreshing fragrance, which made him restless and unable to calm down. The more he sniffed, the more agitated his blood became. He wanted to rush to Tong Siyao, hold her in his arms, kiss her, and love her.
After a night of wet dreams, she was a little tired when she woke up in the morning.
It seemed that some things must be done, otherwise, his body would get sick.
He and Tong Siyao had only set off in the afternoon. In the morning, he, Yao LAN, and Tong silu had gone around Xizha city. After visiting two scenic spots, he went to sweep Tong Yuan's grave.
Tong Yuan's death anniversary was in a few days, but Tong Siyao and Sheng Yiting probably wouldn't be back in time, so they went to pay their respects in advance.
Tong Siyao had been studying in Beijing for the past few years and couldn't make it back for each death anniversary.
