Han Bi, he hadn't changed his old watch in seven years, meticulously maintaining it, just like their relationship.Her heart ached, she didn't know why she felt this way. After learning that Han Bi had...Mo Yao let out a breath without showing any emotion. His Xiaobai had arrived, though two hours later than expected, he was still happy. Mo Yao's happiness sometimes came in peculiar ways; stoic and poker-faced, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or not.

Mò Xiǎobái had already changed into his pajamas, and as soon as he lifted the covers, he lay down. He was used to sleeping with Mò Yáo, and it felt normal to him. He couldn't sleep well without Mò Yáo by his side. Although sometimes in the middle of the night, when he woke up and saw himself hugging Mò Yáo tightly, he felt a little awkward, he still really liked sleeping beside Mò Yáo. 。m sorry for hurting your delicate heart" or something like that. He was about to cry."Who knows, Mo Yao slapped him on the head, “What are you thinking about Didn't you see your brother's wound split...