"Ha."

For a long time, Song Yunxuan says just one word.

Shao Xue still worries about her: "Yunxuan, what’s wrong about the swimming pool?"

"Nothing…" She lowers her head and throws the broken pencil into the trash bin.

Finishing that, she gets up: "The ashes of Gu Changge were sprinkled in the high seas, but there should be a memorial tablet for children to commemorate her, right?"

Shao Xue now recollects what Shao Tianze ...