C2181 The Memorial Service

Ye Nianmo caressed her gently like he always did, telling her that it was okay. He would be by her side, but his wrist was hanging stiffly by his side.

Listening to the heart-wrenching cries, his heart ached. He pulled her over with one hand and gently hugged her. His voice was hoarse and hoarse. "Don't cry."

Late at night