The next day.
The sudden snow covered the entire city with a layer of silver-white, making people want to catch and keep it ...
Western Cemetery
Ye qingge was wearing a black woolen coat and holding her mother's favorite jasmine flower.
Li Mumu was wearing a black down jacket, looking at the woman on the tombstone with a solemn expression, as if deep in thought.
The flame held the umbrella for him ...
Li beixiao stood beside ye qingge and held the umbrella for her personally ...
my mother loves snow. She said that the purest white in the world is snow, and it comes from nature.
When ye Wenwen was young, her mother had taken care of her for a period of time, and she had loved her very much.
When she was sick in bed for a long time, she would often recall ye Wenwen's childhood.
He even told her not to let the grudges between the adults affect their relationship as sisters.
Her mother had been so kind and willing to forgive, but ...
