Beiming Qinghan looked at the necklace and for some reason, her heart ached.
He seemed to be able to clearly remember his mother's appearance back then. Sometimes, when his mother held this necklace, her expression was fleeting. It was a kind of distant and profound look, as if she was looking at something else through it.
Beiming Qinghan's heart tightened as she thought about it.
He kept calling out Lin weiyue's name.
Beiming Qinghan treated Lin weiyue patiently.
Perhaps it was because of the constant voices in her ears, Lin weiyue gradually regained her senses and calmed down.
She raised her head and looked at beiming Qinghan with tears in her eyes. Her vision was blurry because of her tears.
"Qing ... Qing Han ..."
Lin weiyue's voice was hoarse when she shouted these words.
Beiming Qinghan reached out her slender hand and wiped Lin weiyue's tears away."What happened just now?"
