Ling Qingyue never thought that one day, her stubborn self would go back and pursue an ending that she did not dare to imagine in her life. Looking at the door that she had not dared to enter since leaving here, and the door of her home that she had never dared to return to, she pursed her lips, her palms were sweating, holding a small person, she was so cruel, but in the end, she still did not dare to step in.
The little person sighed melancholy, and his childish voice was full of maturity that was inconsistent with his age: "If mom doesn't want to go in, we won't go in."
Ling Qingyue looked at the little man helplessly. Seeing that he had one hand in his pocket and one hand held by her, she suddenly felt it was funny, and she let out a cry of joy.
Little man:…………