Thinking of this, ye Junqing wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. There were too many beautiful memories, but he could only reminisce now. Every time he reminisced, it was a painful torture to himself.
Although the weather was warm, there was still a cool breeze in the night.
The cold wind blew on ye Junqing's face, clearing his mind and calming him down. He had been standing the entire time.
15 minutes, half an hour, one hour, two hours ...
Ye Junqing didn't even leave his spot.
He was thinking that if that woman was really Xie Lizhen, he would feel a sense of spiritual trust just by standing where she was standing.
After Xie Lizhen brought her daughter home, she took care of her daughter's bath and carried her to bed to sleep.
