C155 Even if we die we have to be buried together with him

There was not much light in the room. Sikong Ting used his memory to walk to the bedside and turned on the lamp.

The slightly yellow light illuminated the mother and child who were sleeping soundly. Little Camel leaned on Lu Baobei and slept soundly, while Lu Baobei also hugged Little Camel in a protective posture