Water stains left faint traces on that black and white photo.
The outline of the elegant and noble beauty in the photo is blurred.
Unable to help himself, Bo Jinghan took half a step closer and stretched out his hand towards the photo on the tombstone.
"Miss, the doctor has repeatedly told you that you have an injury on your hand and you should not touch it with water now!"
Moving the umbrella towards the tombstone, Aze also followed Bo Jinghan's movement and moved forward, grabbing her wrist first, looking at her with disapproval, and shaking his head. But looking at
Looking at Bao Jinghan's moist eyes, Aze sighed helplessly: "What do you want to do, just tell me and I will do it. If you insist on doing it yourself, then change that hand, okay?"
Following his firm gaze, Bo Jinghan looked at his bandaged hand, hesitated, and nodded in compromise.
Aze breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her, took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to her hand.
The clean square handkerchief still has a warm warmth that seems to be there but not at all.
After staring at the handkerchief for a while, Bo Jinghan showed a faint smile, fully understanding Aze's intention, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Ze."
Holding on to a dry and clean square handkerchief, Bo Jinghan's hand gradually approached the tombstone.
Finally, it landed on that portrait that was frozen forever.
Gently wiping the water droplets rolling off the photo, Bo Jinghan felt that this way she seemed to be closer to her mother.
Indeed, at her age, many children no longer act coquettishly with their mothers. But she is so eager, eager to see more of her mother's warm smile, eager to stay in her mother's arms for a while longer, eager, eager...
There are so many things she longs for, but they are only desires and will never be fulfilled.
Unless... in the next life!
If there is a chance in the next life, she will be her daughter!
Now, the only things that accompany her in front of her are the cold rain, the desolate wind, the lonely appearance, and a cold stone tablet.
--Mother!
--Mother……
Bo Jinghan shouted and thought silently in his heart.
There was bitterness in his eyes, but there was a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth.
But after a while, that sweet smile could no longer hold up, and was gradually replaced by a touch of bitterness, which faded away after a while.
Mom, my daughter has never understood why you abandoned your good life and insisted on running away with that scumbag Ye Tengda, bringing such shame to the Bo family.
You know, you and Ye Tengda are like the clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground. There is no possibility of matching. For you, his existence is simply a stain on your life. Why are you willing to do it for this stain?
Mu, give up your supposedly radiant life?
I heard my grandpa complain and Brother Fusu lament.
They said that you left a letter when you left, telling grandpa that you hated your identity and even more hated yourself for not being able to choose your life...
At that time, I always felt that not only did you have no vision, you were also blind!
But now I seem to understand your original state of mind, and I have also begun to hate my own identity, hate the crisis and pressure that such an identity brings to me, hate the layers of calculations behind this identity - and even hate the so-called mission.
!
But there is no way, no one can choose their own birth, you are like this, and so am I...
