"The white dove in the church cannot kiss the crow, just like I am not worthy of her under the starry sky." Ye Jinxuan was stunned by the singing voice coming from the earphones, and her thoughts went back to many years ago, when she stood in the distance and secretly drew Zhao Xuechu's frown and smile, and placed it next to her pillow as a treasure. She never thought that this painting would take so many years.
"What are you listening to? You're so absorbed." Zhao Xuechu pulled out one of the earphones and put it on. He knew what this person was thinking about, and he didn't bother to explain any more, so he gave her a kiss.
"Mommy, Mommy, please pay attention to the situation." The little baby in her arms covered her eyes as usual.
"Okay."
I, the crow, was lucky enough to find my white dove. Ye Jinxuan looked at his wife and daughter with a happy smile on their lips.
Intention: Sympathy