The arrival of parents

To be honest, he suddenly felt a little lonely. Recently, he had been dreaming, but it wasn't a nightmare. In his dreams, there would always be an official Jinghua and a four or five-year-old boy with a blurry figure.

They were still a happy family.

Guan Jingyi woke up from his dream, but he was always in a bedroom so dark there was no end.

After tossing and turning in the latter half of the night, layer upon layer of cold sweat emerged on Tan Qiuxu's body.

Is he old? He was already beginning to fear loneliness.

In fact, he really didn't have anything to say when he called Xu Anran. He just felt that he was lonely, and always wanted to say some meaningless words to someone, or listen to some words of the other party. Even his parents felt that he was a cold-blooded beast, and had cut off all relations with him after the incident at the official Jinghua.