After Baozhu placed Qingtang in place, he looked at her sleeping face gently. Qingtang was born exactly like when he was a child, but it was those eyes that inherited Qi Junce's dark and dull black eyes.

Baozhu looked at Qingtang's sleeping face a little distracted, and didn't know why he remembered Qingyang, who was married far away. An inexplicable fear crept up from the backbone, if he couldn't succeed in the future, what would happen to Qingtang for the rest of his life.

Baozhu silently pulled Qingtang's little quilt up a few more points, and withdrew Qingtang's soft little hand into the quilt. I secretly swore in my heart that I couldn't let Qingtang follow in his footsteps again.

The feast was not over yet, and Baozhu listened faintly......

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