On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing held a fork and looked at the cake in the shape of purple pearls served by Adaptive Health. He was moved and a little funny.

Who will make their own prototype into a cake?

Smiling silently, he took out his phone and took a picture and sent it to Moments.

As soon as it was sent out, it seemed to have touched some formation, when Yuli heard a familiar and low-pitched prelude. There were too many surprises today. When Bai Zi's low-pitched singing sounded, Bai Qing subconsciously turned on the recording.

It is "Young and beautiful" that he likes.

Bai Zi's voice was very low, full of affection, and Bai Qing could even imagine the radiance formed by the light and shadow on his fluttering lips when he was speaking.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful.

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul.”

Bai Qing pursed his lips, and put a spoonful of cake into his mouth. The sweetness of the cream melted between his lips and teeth, and he smiled as if making up his mind: "Yes."

"I will."