From a distance, Gu Youyou and Lin Qianqing, who were watching the play, couldn't help but draw closer, as the drama seemed to grow more interesting.
"What's going on here?" Xie Qinyun's second son asked, his voice trembling.
Concubine Du shook her head as she stepped back, tears slowly emerging from her eyes, "I... I was too young at the time, I can't... I can't remember clearly."
At that moment, everything seemed clear and yet, at the same time, obscure.
Xie Qinyun's second son staggered so badly he almost fell to the ground.
In his memory, a chubby little hand passed him a handkerchief to wipe away tears, which he had rejected without hesitation.
Later, a small tiger she had made was given to him to cheer him up, he cried holding that little tiger through the night, and the next day, he finally left that room.
