On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing had no choice but to lean up and touch the corner of Bai Zi's mouth, and when Bai Zi turned his gaze back to Bai Qing's face, his eyes were still dark purple.

It's like a dusty gem reappearing in the sky, or a painted statue returning to its golden body, there is a very solemn sense of ceremony and expectation.

Bai Qing coughed unnaturally and tried to communicate normally with Bai Zi.

However, Bai Zi just said, "He can't stay."

Bai Qing: "..."

Who said he was going to stay?

He just wanted to ask the matter clearly and then go back to each house to find each mother.

Bai Zi: "That's not okay, Qingqing is not allowed to talk to him."