She sighed sincerely: It turns out that my mother is so beautiful. . . . . .
"What are you doing here?" Her voice was as cold as frost, but so pleasant.
Yingning smiled like a child.
"Mom, I am your daughter Yingning."
"Go back to your ghost mother. I don't want to see you."
. . . . . .
Laughing alone is the loneliest thing in the world.