She Had Lost Her Beloved Son

The clouds were shallow.

Such a gentle name.

Even her surname seemed so special.

The woman was not particularly beautiful. However, she had a unique temperament.

The fragrance of the peach blossoms on her body did not seem to be the smell of rouge, but more like the fragrance of a woman.

"Miss Yun, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Why are you running to the deck?"

"I can't sleep."

Zhao Shuning also smiled.

She continued to lie down.

Then she rewarded the sky with starlight.

"Miss Zhao, have you ever thought that if you work so hard now, all of these might be false?"

Zhao Shuning was calm and composed.

She said indifferently, "Even if it is false, so what? This trip is worth it. Only then would it be worth it to make a trip to this world."

The woman smiled gently.