“…”

"If you don't want to go, forget it."

"..." Bai Qianchi didn't say a word, but just hugged him tightly.

"Go to sleep, I'll be with you."

Just a few minutes later, the Emperor Shaojue felt a hint of coolness coming from his neck, accompanied by her shallow sobs.

The Emperor sighed slightly, feeling so distressed that he couldn't speak.

She has a strong personality and the more uncomfortable she feels, the more she endures it.

No matter how big the matter happens or how much threat she is, she will hold on.

Except for the last time I was bullied at school and was so aggrieved that I cried, I really haven't seen her cry.

After a while, the sobs in her ears slowly turned into long breathing sounds, and her arms around her neck slowly relaxed.

The Emperor's Young Master breathed a sigh of relief, and she finally fell asleep.

He carefully placed Bai Qianchi on the bed, but as soon as she touched the bed, she woke up.

Bai Qianchi opened his eyes and looked at the Emperor Young Master who had not yet stood up.

The Emperor Young Master wanted to pick her up and continue to coax her, but Bai Qianchi had a little nasal sound, "When will we come out?"

The Emperor Young Master reached out to stroke her cheek, wiped away the tears from her face, and asked softly: "When do you want to go?"

"..." Bai Qianchi didn't say anything, stared at the Emperor's Young Master for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and fell asleep...

If the Emperor Young Master hadn't known it in his heart, he would have thought that Bai Qianchi was talking to him just now.

"Or why don't you go the day after tomorrow."

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to open her eyes, but she didn't open it in the end.

The Emperor Shaojue pursed the corners of his lips and covered her with a quilt.

When I touched my neck, I felt tears in my hands...

The next day, when Bai Qianchi woke up, the figure of the Emperor was gone.

Sitting on the bed for a while, Bai Qianchi cleaned up himself and then went to the cemetery where An Xiangqing was.

Bai Qianchi didn't care whether the ground was dirty or cold, so he sat next to the tombstone, pulling out a piece of grass everywhere and playing with it.

"He has passed away, and you insist on giving birth to me. You must love him very much."

Bai Qianchi put one hand on his knee, his chin was pillowing on his arms, and the grass in his hand was on the ground.

"Why do you want to marry Bai Siyu because of me? Isn't it better to have you?" Bai Qianchi murmured to himself.

I feel very uncomfortable.

"If you tell me the matter, I wouldn't have died so cowardly in my previous life."

My mother thought that finding someone to replace her biological father and giving her father's love would allow her to live in fairy tales for the rest of her life, but she didn't know that Bai Siyu was a scumbag.

If my mother had taken her alone in Melbourne to continue to settle down and guarded her deceased father, everything would have been different.

She doesn't have to be chased all the time, but she will definitely not meet the Emperor's Young Master.

Bai Qianchi was a little annoyed: "I will go to Melbourne with the Emperor tomorrow to see him. I have lived for two lives and I have not seen him yet." I wonder if it would be much different from what I imagined.

In fact, Bai Qianchi’s only fantasy for her biological father was the only dream, the back that turned around and left resolutely in the heavy rain...

As for his appearance, she had never imagined it.

Because whenever you fantasize, your mind will automatically imagine Bai Siyu's ugly face.

It’s not that she still has any feelings for Bai Siyu, but because she called him his father for more than ten years.

"Why... I'll erect a monument for him?" Bai Qianchi asked and answered: "Just erect your monument next to you, Mother, or I'll erect your monument next to him?"
Chapter completed!