One late night, Chi Zaozao held Ye Que in her arms, sitting on the giant rocks by the shore, comforting him.
In Chi Zaozao's eyes, as Ye Que grew older, he became more sentimental. Even the slightest sadness could touch his heart.
Just like this time, she had never seen him cry like a child, but he truly cried!
This side of him made her want to hold him even tighter, to console him.
Ye Que was very obedient. He calmed down after a while and also held Chi Zaozao's waist, quietly staring at the opposite, pitch-black, endless sea, gazing in a trance.
"Honey." He called softly at some point.
Chi Zaozao responded straightforwardly, "Hmm?"
"Do you think Wanyuan and Big Brother in heaven can see us?"
If they could see, would they forgive him?
"Of course, they would!" Chi Zaozao adjusted her position, sitting with Ye Que, holding his head and gently placing it on her lap, coaxing him as if coaxing a child.
