Qin Miaomiao couldn't stop her tears when she heard the news of the burial, but her eyes still showed a spirited determination. She nodded, "I'll definitely go."
"Meng Yan was worried about your condition, so he didn't call you. Since we'll all go tomorrow, let's go to bed early and get up early."
Qin Miaomiao watched Lu Qing forcing a smile with difficulty, a touch of warmth in her eyes. She looked into his eyes earnestly and said, "Husband... I, I..."
"Don't say anything."
Lu Qing felt distressed seeing her trying not to cry, he didn't like seeing Qin Miaomiao struggle, nor did he want to see her sobbing nonstop. She had shed too many tears today, even crying all the tears she might in the coming years. He would do anything to take her sadness away.
