In the end, Lulu still finished the half bowl of vegetables.
One had to lower one's head when one was under the roof.
For the sake of the snacks, she was willing to lower her head.
When they were heading to the study after eating, she suddenly asked, ""Do you think aunt Xie is worth it? Was du Xun worth it? He had clearly forgotten about it, but he still kept his promise. But in the end, it's a pity."
"They didn't even have a single day." Lulu had been following the funeral for the entire day, and it was hard to understand the feelings between the two.
Obviously, men were not as fragrant as pig trotters.
"Lulu, you're still young. You don't understand," Lu huaijiang said with a smile in his eyes.
death is not the end. It's the forgetting.
"One day, you will understand." Lu huaijiang looked at Xiao budian's innocent eyes and suddenly felt that Lulu should not understand.
It's good to continue being so naive.
