Looking at Tingye's naive big eyes, reaching out and holding him in her arms.
"Don't cry... Mommy is crying..."
Seeing Qin Youxuan's tears, the little guy got anxious all of a sudden.
His chubby little hands patted her back earnestly, as if trying to comfort her like an adult.
After trying for a while with no success, he looked anxiously at Dan Hanjie.
"Daddy, comfort!"
"..."
Only at this time remembers his father.
Dan Hanjie held a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hands, stepped forward, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and his demonic eyes turned dark.
He squatted down, his long fingers brushed over Dan Hanxi's face.
His thin lips parted slightly, "In the next life, let's not be brothers."
Dan Hanjie withdrew his gaze and handed the flowers in his hand to Qin Youxuan, "This is the last time. I allow you to cry for him."
"..."
Qin Youxuan reached out and wiped the tears off her cheeks, pulling out a gentle smile.
