Yi Qing's Birthday Experience

At night, Yi Qing looked at Xiao Bu Dian teaching Steamed Bun how to write under the lamp. He couldn't help but say the words of the day: "Lady Fan is really the best person I've ever met to put herself in someone else's shoes. "With this bearing, I won't be able to train for another twenty years."

In essence, she was a selfish, narrow-minded person, a nobody from her past.

She asked herself how hard it was to take other people's feelings into account in the face of such great grief.

Xiao Bu's face was expressionless, he did not reply at all.

Steamed Bun raised his head and looked at him. He scolded him softly: "Don't let your thoughts wander."

Yi Qing rolled his eyes.

This person was really stubborn. If Xiao Jinghan was still alive, perhaps he would have reconciled with his own mother. He was just an outsider, so why be stubborn?

Seeing his stubborn attitude, he couldn't blame her for thinking wrong, could he?