"Xiao Xing, mom has avenged you. Don't be unhappy. Listen to grandma." Xiao Yu gently touched the photo of the little boy on the tombstone. The little boy in the photo was smiling brightly.
"No one is born unhappy and full of hatred. They are all forced to do so. Life spans for decades, and you need to be happy to the fullest."
Sitting on the beach and looking at the sky, I seemed to see the smile of the little star. "Come on, Xiaoyu, your wedding is about to begin."
