On the verge of widowhood

Qiao Que sat on the tree outside the window and peeked at it with a little trick, only to see Bai Qing with a face that was about to cry, and her mood was very complicated.

He has been thinking about such a very kind owner for ten years, so he certainly hopes that he will be happy.

In Bai Qing's house, he not only has enough food and clothing to keep warm, but also has an unlimited supply of dog food, the kind that duangduangduang hits in the face, and the kind that treats no evil from time to time.

It looks very harmonious and has a fireworks atmosphere, but inside, is the relationship between Bai Qing and Bai Zi equal and maintained by a clear relationship?

As long as the relationship is what you love and what I wish, Bai Zi's hot head is destined to be a tragedy.

Qiao Que jumped down from the tree and reached out to touch the glazed thousand-paper crane swaying slightly in the evening wind. Presumably, after tonight, Bai Qing would truly understand her heart.

Just thinking about it, the glazed crane buzzed.