The first day after Bo Qibao left.

In the garden, there is a small figure sitting.

Small, well-behaved.

Looking behind me, it looks like a cute and lonely kitten.

If you go to her.

will find that her already thin white little face has lost its bloody color.

The blank soft eyes, hollow, scatter the thousands of splendor in this world.

It's like losing your soul.

The dim light fell on a small heart in the little hand.

The younger brother said that the little love was sent back to her by the elder brother.

Ah Chan didn't ask where it was sent from.

Every day she receives one.

Each one will have a sentence written on it.

"Dumb Bao, how are you doing today?"

……

In the last two years of Bo Qibao's life, he folded 31,000 small hearts.

Dubao is only fifteen years old, and every day in the future, she will receive a small love.

It was written what he wanted to say to her.

Accompany her every day.

If only she could see the thirty-eleventh thousand little hearts.

If the tearful handwriting is not dry.

She'll see.

"May my short life be long, and hope for the next life."

- Love your little girl

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【Dumb Bao, where are you going?】 】

In the middle of the night, Ah Chan left Bo's house with a pink envelope.

The envelope was given to the little girl that day, and it has not been opened yet.

Bo Qibao, he didn't even have time to read the love letters that his stupid treasure wrote to him.

His stupid treasure writes beautiful and good words.

A picture was also painted.

is the "Xianjun" compilation he edited at the beginning, the ancient costume, fairy wind bones, cold and dusty him.

She saw it at a glance.

He kept asking her which one she liked and which one she liked.

Why doesn't he believe it and like him?

Ah Chan held the painting and walked in the dark, all the time.

[Dumb treasure, don't scare me, tell me if it's okay, where are you going? 】

[Xianjun will be sad if he knows that you are so sad. 】

[Do you remember Xianjun? Xianjun said, if you want me to protect you well, live a long life, let's be good, and you will be able to see Xianjun when you return to the heavenly realm. 】

[You can't think about it, okay? Didn't you promise me that you would live to be a hundred years old? 】

[If you die, you will never go back to the sky, and you will never see the immortal monarch again!!] 】

No matter what the system said, Ah Chan didn't seem to hear it.

The little feet walked step by step.

When the system saw the direction she was going, her heart twitched.

[Dumb treasure, don't do this, I beg you, don't do this...]

【Hum! 】

A weng roared.

"Hmm..." Ah Chan paused, his little hand holding his head.

[Dumb treasure, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'm sorry. 】

The system didn't deliberately shake the divine sense, her little head couldn't stand the fluctuation of its divine consciousness, and it would hurt.

But at least it awakened her consciousness, didn't it?

[Dumb treasure, think about Xianjun, Xianjun must be waiting for you in the sky! 】

Ah Chan hugged his little head and continued to walk forward.

The system couldn't stop her.

Even though she was stunned, she got up and kept walking.

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Zhao Yuyan received a small love heart early in the morning.

What she didn't know was that for the rest of her life, she was extremely lucky, married a lover, and lived happily all because of that little love, a small petal that was once soft and glutinous was given back to her by a little girl.

Brother Bo Xun got up early in the morning and found that there was a little tiger at the head of his bed.

I was shocked, so I got out of bed and ran to my sister's room.

No one.

My sister was not in the room.

Not at home.

I can't find my sister in the whole manor.

Where did she go, sister, she was alone, where did she go!