Gradually, she sat down in front of the tombstone, just as when she was a child sitting by her mother's side.
Her mother would tell her stories, and she would listen quietly and obediently.
She wasn't so naughty and mischievous before, she was truly sensible.
Xu Chaomu rested her head gently on the tombstone, heedless of the rain soaking her clothes and drenching her face, as she talked with her mother.
Her mother would definitely hear her.
"Mom, let me tell you, I've fallen for someone, will you scold me? Hehe, I know you won't, you love me the most. You never had the heart to scold me, even when I took apart the scarf you knitted for so long, you didn't scold me..."
"Mom, I really like him so much, but he doesn't like me, he's about to get married... I know I'm not worthy of him, he's too outstanding, many women chase after him, pretty ones, rich ones, capable ones... all sorts,"
