Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"As long as you... you're living a good life, that's enough!"

Fang Jinzhou offered some gentle words of comfort.

"Dad, let's go! It's getting late!"

Fang Qingyou was afraid that the effects of the medicine on those people would wear off, and besides, the matter had already been resolved, so they could leave overnight.

"it is good!!"

Fang Jinzhou nodded.

"and many more--"

Fu'er stopped crying, suddenly raised her head, and looked at Fang Qingyou.

"Qingyou, can you call me Mother?"

Fu'er looked at Fang Qingyou with pleading eyes.

"No...Mrs. Bear."

Fang Qingyou resolutely refused.

Although what happened back then was something everyone was helpless about, just now, she chose her four children over herself.

So in Fang Qingyou's eyes, his mother had already died when he was four years old.

"Father, let's go!"

Fang Qingyou paused for a moment, then called out to Fang Jinzhou and left.

"it is good!!"

Fang Jinzhou followed.

Fu'er sat on the bed, watching the backs of the father and daughter gradually disappear.

She collapsed onto the bed in a panic, feeling utterly powerless.

"Father, let's go straight back to Xianyang!"

On the way back, Fang Qingyou said softly.

"Would you like to come with me somewhere first?"

Fang Jinzhou suddenly fell silent.

"it is good!"

Fang Qingyou nodded and followed him up the mountain.

Once they reached the top of the mountain, Fang Jinzhou dug a hole and then took out a statue from his pocket.

Fang Qingyou looked over; it was the statue he used to treasure.

Fang Jinzhou's hand gently stroked the statue.

After a long while, it was finally thrown into the pit.

The statue was thrown in, and he reached out and covered it with the soil from outside.

He used a template he had brought with him and a carving knife to carve a few words on the wooden board: "Tomb of My Deceased Wife".

He didn't write anyone's signature; he was simply telling himself that his wife was dead.

After all these things were done, the two stood there, looking at everything before them.

Snowflakes began to fall gradually, and the world became like a dream.

"Qingyou, your mother is dead..."

After a long silence, Fang Jinzhou finally let out a sigh.

Fang Qingyou looked at him and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Okay! Her mother died... or rather, in Fang Jinzhou's eyes, Fu'er is dead only now.

That very night, the two headed towards Xianyang.

Fortunately, it wasn't deep winter yet, and the snow hadn't accumulated.

Finally, just before the end of the year, the two returned to Xianyang.

Fang Jinzhou continued to work as a doctor as before, only the worry in his eyes had disappeared.

Fang Qingyou cleaned the house thoroughly and carefully calculated the time. It seemed that today was Tianjingyi's day off.

She calculated that he would definitely come looking for her.

Sure enough, Tianjingyi arrived a moment later.

When he came in, he was still holding that pot of flowers in his hands.

He brought in flowers, and a wave of fragrance greeted us.

“I was originally thinking of not sending it, but I was afraid you would worry, so I brought it over anyway.”

Tianjing placed the flowers on her desk.

"Ah."

Fang Qingyou nodded slightly and reached out to touch a petal.

"You've taken good care of it."

She looked at him and smiled slightly.