C47 President's Chapter Holding Hands

When he paid his respects to Bai Hao's mother, Yan Xin looked at the tombstone with a kind smile. He didn't know why, but there were tears in his eyes.

He thought of the poem in the afterglow, the homesickness that he could not tell or get rid of.

In the grave lived Bai Hao's most beloved woman.

Ever since then, he should have been sealing himself.

Bai Hao was very quiet