The woman's eyes were like gentle water, soft and quietly watching him, making it impossible to refuse.
Shen Mubai hesitated a bit.
All these years, as long as he was in the capital, he would visit the West Mountain every year to pay respects, regardless of the weather, without exception.
Because when he was six, he had accidentally slipped into the water while playing, and it was Mrs. Bai who jumped into the lake disregarding her own safety to save him.
If it weren't for her, there wouldn't be the person he is today.
Over the years, he would visit to pay respects once or twice every Qingming and Cold Food Festival.
However, in previous years, he always went with Lin Wanyue, but now... everything has changed.
Reminiscing about the past, Shen Mubai suddenly felt a bit sentimental and lost.
Yu Qingyan took note of his expression, her eyes flickered slightly, pulled on his sleeve, and softly called, "Mr. Shen?"
