When she was born, Liang Yue's baby looked very much like Jin Mo. Now, if you look closely, the baby is so energetic, white and tender, and the feeling of fragrance between her eyebrows and eyes is a little more.

Especially these eyes have the big and cute feeling of Ningxiang's eyes, and the seductive charm of Jinmo's exquisiteness wrapped in peach blossoms.

It was only one month old, and when he glanced at Liang Yue's cute smiling face, Ningxiang's heart was about to fall into a beat.

Mothers always have illusions that babies can understand what their mother says.

Even if I don't understand, I feel that I must understand.

The conversation always goes on without any clue.

Even if there was no dialogue, my mother always created dialogue.

So is Ningxiang, now she is bursting into tears and chatting with her child who has been a month old.

"My Yueyue is the smartest! You are really the best! You are the best! You must understand! Mom loves you very much. I love you very much. I love you very much, so I am willing to let you go more.

Fly to a place of happiness…”

Just now, I felt aggrieved because Jin Mo didn't reply to the news. I glanced at the baby and was instantly cured.

He even sang songs for no reason. Oh my God, Ningxiang remembered Mei Lan's words, "One of the signs that a woman's psychological age reaches 40 is that she will sing songs anytime, anywhere."

I really can’t bear to leave my youth. Even if I become a mother, my mentality is not that old-fashioned!

As if he understood Ningxiang's words, Liang Yue let out a unique childlike laugh.

During the confinement period, Sister Zhang refused to use her mobile phone on the grounds that she was not good at eyes and shoulder circumference.

She just didn't get her cell phone and couldn't contact Jin Mo.

Sister Zhang stammered every time, saying that Mr. Mo was busy and said, "Don't contact him for the time being."

Now that I think about it, I can’t do anything when I’m sick, and it’s normal not to reply to the message.

This is the power of family affection and love. The world was created by love, and the world was originally condensed by true love.

Love is like a fragrance, surrounding the world. As long as you are willing to look up at the pure blue sky, you will find that the surroundings are no longer cramped, and you will be able to find another world.

Ningxiang listened to the plot in the novel, turned off the voice of the novel, and turned on the English radio station.

Ningxiang was filled with emotion while sighing. But for some reason, a gate opened and opened.

Her mood was at its peak just now, but now it has fallen to a low point, so irrelevant and unruly.

Work hard and motivation burns in the newly promoted mother's body.

But on the other hand, Ningxiang felt extremely desperate.

There is no hope for everything, I really want to abandon everything.

I feel really sad.

And powerless to change.

Not resurrected.

Life is so fragile that it is unimaginable, and even the minds of the people closest to it are difficult to measure.

Desire makes people painful, torture themselves and torture each other.

No one can escape the inner needs.

The fragrance feels like it is always in the water and fire.

Half in the ice water, it has stepped into an endless collapse;

Half in the fire, I always want to work hard.

I have strength and want to work hard, but I don’t have the deepest joy and belief in my heart. This is Ningxiang’s current mentality.

The mentality is about to collapse! You must hold on.

But... Ningxiang had already noticed it and couldn't hold it anymore.

Really... I can't stand it anymore.

What other reasons?

When Caiyue died, Ningxiang blamed herself.

Unfair! It was all because of saving my sister, and my sister died.

The lives of sisters and sisters are equally important and equally noble.

Why is the sister obliged to save her?

Why can my sister accept her sister's efforts with peace of mind?

No one is an accessory to anyone, whether it is an older sister or a younger sister.

Everyone is independent and has meaningful existence.

They are all worthy of this world and have a bright future.

Whether clean or kind or not, it deserves an opportunity to enter a better world.

Why does the continuation of her life require the blood of her sister to be used as a watering tool?

My sister once used her life to build the future. How could she live out this fearless love?

People who die will die so easily? No matter how the people who survive will survive?
Chapter completed!