"Yu Longting, seriously, can't you just call me mom?" I looked at Yu Longting with a stern face.
Yu Longting's phoenix-like eyes squinted slightly, the dense lashes intertwining, obscuring his ambiguous gaze.
Qing Li waved her hand, "No need for that, I don't like things too mushy."
"Mom." A voice as faint as a mosquito's hum came out, you'd miss it in the rain if you weren't paying attention.
After confirming carefully, I was sure it came from Yu Longting's mouth.
I felt both surprised and inexplicably moved.
Even Qing Li, usually as cold as frost, turned a bit pale.
A little uncomfortable and somewhat unexpected, "I... plan to buy a big coffin first."
In Fengdu, coffin shops rarely sell oversized coffins, most are economical and practical thin wooden types.
Cremation is the trend now, and even solid wood coffin shops are hard to find.
They usually have plywood thin wooden coffins, dressed up a bit for appearances.
