"Lulu, what's wrong?"
Drip, drip, drip. The wet water fell on Lu huaijiang's hand.
Lu huaijiang lowered his head and saw the little girl staring at the entrance of the mausoleum in a daze, her tears falling down in large drops.
"Lulu, what's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Lu huaijiang was anxious. He squatted down and shook Lulu's shoulders.
Lulu seemed to have snapped back to his senses and looked at Lu huaijiang in a daze."Ah? I don't have any."
Lulu wiped away the tears on her face.
The little girl looked at him with a blank face.
"I don't know why I'm crying ... Lulu isn't sad or unhappy." The little girl was at a loss. She didn't even know that she was crying.
It was just that she seemed to be hallucinating.
A man in a Python robe stood on the peak of the mountain, looking at the sky. He had been waiting endlessly until he died.
Was she crying because of that scene?
But she had never seen him before.
