A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

He remembered that Aunt Qing was very good at drawing.

There are still many portraits drawn by his aunt at home, recording his appearance from birth to four years old.

Aunt Qing also taught him and elder brother. Whenever he finished painting, she would always praise him with a smile. Both her voice and expression were very warm!

Undoubtedly, she was the only person in his childhood memory.

His playmate, and first teacher.

Although it's been too long, he still forgot her appearance, but that warm feeling will never be forgotten.

And this is also the reason why he and his elder brother took care of Bao Jinghan so much——

Unknowingly walked into the depths of the cemetery.

Rows of green pines and cypresses are even more green after being washed by rain.

But against the cold rain, their existence seemed to render this solemn and solemn cemetery even more pathetic!

According to the direction in memory, Bao Jinghan walked slowly, counting the tombstones one by one.

In front of a black and bright tombstone washed by rain, he stopped suddenly.

"mom……"

Bao Jinghan called out in a low voice, put the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone, stared at the faintly gentle smiling face printed on the tombstone, and after a while, moved his lips and said, "I'm back!"

In the wind and rain.

Li Yi held up an umbrella and stood behind her.

Silently looking at the smiling portrait on the stele, like Bao Jinghan, he didn't move or speak, just kept watching.

No one knows what is going on in their hearts.

But when he came back to his senses, his gaze unconsciously turned to Bao Jinghan.

Seeing her thin voice, staring at her expressionless little face, I felt worried.

But he understood that feeling, and didn't bother her, but reached out and patted her gently on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Immediately, he spoke slowly.

Facing the woman on the stele who is still in the prehistoric time, she narrates——

"Aunt Qing, I'm Li Yi. I'm sorry, it's been so many years since I came to see you. Besides, I haven't been able to keep the promise I made back then. When my eldest brother and I grow up, no one can protect you..."

"But don't worry, although we failed to keep our promise to you, we will continue the promise to your daughter. As elder brothers, we will take care of her with due diligence, and when she inherits the family business, we will also assist with power..."

"Aunt Qing, your daughter is excellent! You..."

rest in peace.

He couldn't say these two words, they just stuck in his throat so abruptly that he couldn't speak.

Pines and cypresses sway in the wind.

rustling.

It seemed to be responding to his words.

With dark eyes, Bao Jinghan stood stiffly in front of the tombstone, with a dazed expression on his face.

Hiding the longing for the long-lost reunion, suppressing the grief rolling in the chest, and the hatred and resentment that caused this long separation.

There were mixed feelings for a moment, and there was only silence.

woohoo-

rustle--

The entire cemetery is silent with only these two voices, echoing each other, empty and desolate...

After a long time, Bao Jinghan stretched out his hand to caress the cold tombstone that was soaked in rain.

"Mom, I'm here to tell you that I'm ready to do it!"

Still not shedding a certain amount of tears, Bao Jinghan stabilized her slightly trembling voice, and in a gentle tone, bit down each name one by one: "Ye Tengda, Liu Mengru... whoever bullied you, I will treat you one by one." Clean up one by one, and let them spend the rest of their lives slowly repenting!"