Close the door and isolate it all.

Qiao Youxia lies in bed for two days and feels that her health is a little better.

She got out of bed and walked gently, moving her body.

It snowed for another night last night, and the one sitting under the manor seemed to be like a crystal clear palace.

Although it is not as romantic and relaxing as summer, it is also incredible.

It's like a white world.

Qiao Youxia touched her belly. Although the child had not formed in her belly, she seemed to be able to feel his presence.

Qiao Youxia stood in front of the window wearing thick pajamas and little rabbit pink furry slippers, looking at the white world with a warm smile, "Baby, can you hear your mother's speech?"

“…”

"Okay, I know you definitely can't hear it." Qiao Youxia laughed.

“…”

"Although you can't hear anything, my mother still wants to talk to you and talk to you."

“…”

Qiao Youxia's soft voice came, "Do you want to come to this world? Do you want to come to this strange world? Actually, I know that many children are unhappy when they are about to come to this world, but their mothers are really happy."

“…”

"Because I met your dad."

“…”

"He is the best person in the world. Without him, I would never have lived as happy as I am now, and would never have been happier than now, because there will never be anyone who will tolerate my temper like this, and there will never be someone who will take care of my feelings like this, and will not let me suffer a little harm, and will love me wholeheartedly."

“…”

"I don't know if you are a girl or a boy. If you are a girl, my mother hopes that you can meet someone like this who is worth entrusting you for your life in the future. You will add clothes for you during the cold weather, pour water for you for dinner, and hold an umbrella for you when it rains. Whenever you encounter difficulties, you will help you solve them. Even if you frown, he will feel distressed."

“…”

"But the good times don't last long. Mom may die soon. Maybe I don't have the chance to meet my little baby... I don't know if you are the little baby I used to. Whether it is, will you blame me? I'm pregnant with you, but I didn't give birth to you..."

“…”

"I'm sorry baby, we all welcome you. Your father and I are looking forward to it, but I really don't seem to be able to give birth to you. Don't blame your mother, okay?"

When Qiao Youxia said this, tears flowed quietly, looking at the outside world, with a confused look in her eyes.

She dreamed last night that she was dead.

Bo Siyu also died in love.

I drank bowl after bowl of Mengpo soup, but I couldn't forget Bo Siyu no matter what.

The same is true for Bo Siyu, drinking bowl after bowl, but he couldn't put her down no matter what.

But the dead people have to drink Mengpo soup to reincarnate.

The two of them had no way to leave together, and they had to divide the troops into two groups of reincarnation.

But the world is so big, can they meet it?

The two of them hugged each other and were unwilling to separate, but many people came up to separate them.

They just watched each other separate and headed for different cycles, slowly they could no longer see each other.

Qiao Youxia cried out.

She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid that they will never have the chance to be together in the next life...

She would never meet someone better than Bo Siyu again.

Regardless of gains and losses, wholeheartedly.

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Chapter completed!