My childhood sweetheart is getting married soon, but the bride is not her.
Shao Weiyao just imagined this desolate fact and couldn't help feeling sad, sobbing and covering her face with her sleeves.
"... Yaoyao, don't make trouble, your husband is smiling and watching you cry."
"I don't care, just let me be so sad that I cry until the end of the world!"
"Ahem, your son is watching too..."
Shao Weiyao's movements of pretending to cry froze, and when he turned his eyes, he saw that the handsome boy was looking at him with wide eyes, as if he was very interested in his mother's rare sad expression. She hurriedly smiled at the little baby, and then she confidently raised her head and scolded the man holding him in her arms, "How can you let him see your mother's jokes? Look, you are the one who gave him a bad start!"
The man was being scolded in silence, with an expression that was hard to distinguish between joy and anger. Only his eyes, which were so heavy that no light could shine through, vaguely revealed some of his secrets... The tenderness as sweet as honey overflowed inside, making people drunk at the sight, making them tipsy beyond words.