"Great-great-grandfather will become a star in the sky, watching over Seventeen as he grows up. Seventeen needs to be a good boy."
When Seventeen cried, Nineteen couldn't hold back either and began to cry on Quan Jingwu's shoulder, his little chubby face turning bright red with tears, so pitiful and heartbreaking.
When the two little treasures cried, Jian Luo and others felt a sourness in their eyes and turned their heads away.
An Zhonghui watched the two little ones with tear-streaked faces, turned his head to look at the nearby coffin, and quietly wiped away his tears.
Father, you were right, I finally understand why you loved those two little guys so much. Don't worry, from now on, I will cherish them just as you did.
When the funeral had completely ended and they left the graveyard, the last trace of twilight in the sky had also vanished.
Inside the car, in the backseat
