Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

When he appeared in front of Ji Bocheng in this state, General Ji's face instantly turned cold.

"Look at you, do you know where you are?" Ji Bocheng was furious.

This was a cemetery, and not far away was Luo Meihui's tombstone. Everyone was wearing the same black suit, and even Ji Bocheng was wearing the same black Chinese traditional clothing, showing his respect for his dead wife. Then, he looked at Ji Weilin, who was dressed in an unconventional manner, with a few holes in his jeans.

"Dad, Baelin has been overseas for many years and has just returned. He might not be used to it yet." Ji Weiyang walked over and saved him at the right time.

Ji Bocheng suppressed his anger and did not speak anymore, but his mouth still stammered as he muttered to himself. "Why are you so angry? It's not like I caused your mother's death. If you want to be angry, go find that woman. What are you trying to do to me!"

Happiness can also make you happier