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Leaving Cheng Dongcheng's cemetery.
Qiao Chutian and Mai Xiaomai walked down the mountain slowly, fingers intertwined.
"Wife, you're my eyes now. Tell me, what scenery is around us?"
Qiao Chutian reached out his other hand to touch her hair.
He was afraid she might be too absorbed in a certain emotion, so he wanted to divert her attention.
Mai Xiaomai had to observe the surrounding environment carefully and tell him everything one by one.
However, this method was quite effective. As she spoke, the heavy stone in her heart gradually seemed to be moved away. She started chatting and joking with Qiao Chutian.
Listening to her increasingly cheerful voice, Qiao Chutian's heart also began to lighten.
"Wife, how about I sing you a song?"
"Sure!"
Mai Xiaomai loved listening to Qiao Chutian singing the most. "But, I don't want to hear 'Need You Every Minute' right now. Can you sing something else?"
"Really now, do you think I, your husband, only know one song?"
