Honey, I love you, I love you a little more today than yesterday

Ye Tianxin's voice gradually drifted away in the night wind.

Under the night sky, her face gradually revealed a sense of desolation. Her hands were tightly holding onto the railing.

The sorrow in her heart continued to spread.

She clearly knew that she shouldn't have said such things on such a happy day.

But she couldn't control herself.

She was very sad.

He was very sad.

Ye Tianxin felt an indescribable sense of sorrow at the sight of him.

As his wife, she should be happy with li qingcang and be happy that he had become the president.

As a mother, she couldn't be happy. She couldn't smile brightly when her child was struggling in pain.

This was not appropriate.

It was definitely not appropriate.

"My wife."

Li qingcang wrapped his arm around ye Tianxin's waist and placed his head on her head.

There was a refreshing fragrance on her hair, and it was a scent that could make people dizzy.