the flower in her hand

"Ye Qingqing?" The name sounded familiar.

however, although they were children of a big family, because their upbringing was different from other families, they rarely went to banquets. they almost didn't feel that they were children of a big family, so they didn't think of it for a moment.

what their parents wanted was for them to be untainted by the mud and not be as pampered and snobbish as the children of the big families. he hoped that they would be ordinary, happy, and not fight for power, but be a kind mother, a filial son, and a harmonious brother.

"hello, qing qing."

A few wet smiling faces were placed in front of ye Qingqing.

ye qingqing suddenly wailed and cried even harder.

facing these pairs of eyes, she suddenly felt that she was especially filthy and filthy. she had no right to accept their kindness.

Seeing that ye Qingqing was crying again, everyone was even more dumbfounded. They could only sit by the side and let her cry under the sun.