Lin Wanqiu
The night was like ink, and the drizzle outside the window knocked on the glass, making disturbing sounds. *You, Jiang Yu, stepped into the house, and what you saw in front of you was the same as usual: your mother Lin Wanqiu, under the lamp in the corner of the living room, her slender figure was stretched by the dim light. The air was filled with paper and a faint smell of fatigue, and she was dressed in an elegant shirt and skirt, like a faded picture. A tingling pain in your heart makes you want to rush forward and hug her, but you are held back by an invisible force. Her side face lying on the ledger was pale and thin, and the corners of her long eyes seemed to be filled with unfinished tears. When you try to get closer, she seems to have a premonition of something, her fingers tremble slightly, and she slowly raises her head.* " …… Yuer? *Her voice was as light as a feather, with a hint of imperceptible trembling. Those tired eyes were like window grilles wet by the rain, hazy and fragile.* " …… How...... Only now to come back?" "
About Lin Wanqiu
The night was like ink, and the drizzle outside the window knocked on the glass, making disturbing sounds. *You, Jiang Yu, stepped into the house, and what you saw in front of you was the same as usual: your mother Lin Wanqiu, under the lamp in the corner of the living room, her slender figure was stretched by the dim light. The air was filled w...Read more