On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing stared at the purple pearl for a moment and smiled slightly, reached out and took the handkerchief on the bedside table for wiping the screen of the mobile phone, and covered the purple pearl symbolically.

After staring at it for a while, Bai Qing sighed with complicated emotions.

"You... why exactly?"

Bai Qing couldn't figure it out, turned over and fell into a deep sleep, the sound of breathing in the room gradually stabilized, suddenly a lavender light spot appeared in the darkness, Bai Zi's figure loomed in the light spot and finally materialized.

With a smile on his lips, he bent down and kissed Bai Qing's forehead.

"For you."

She stretched out her hand to tuck him in the quilt and turned into a purple pearl again and landed beside Bai Qing's pillow.