She looked at Yang Yunhai affectionately, "Mom, I am very happy."
In this life, it will never be as muddled as the last, even in death.
Yang Yunhai stood beside Gu Lingling and, at her words, smiled and squeezed her hand, "Every time I come here, I always tell mom about you. Mom knows you're doing well now."
Gu Lingling was originally a little sad, but his words dispelled much of the sadness in her heart.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely be good to Lingling." Yang Yunhai said with a smile, holding her hand.
Gu Lingling's face turned red.
But her heart felt warm.
By the time the two of them came down the mountain, quite a while had passed.
Yang Yunhai had prepared everything thoroughly, and the spot had been chosen well in advance.
Though it was autumn, the weather today was great, especially with the sunshine warming them up.
