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s voice almost piercing through Wushuang's eardrum. She picked up a can of soda and smashed it towards him, her eyes showing a hint of displeasure."Shut your mouth, I know my name is Mo Wu-Shuang, you...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. 。 so many years without any return, and he never fell into despair, waiting all along. 。Now that he had it, to lose it again. Mo Yao truly felt in his heart that Heaven was too cruel. Why would it take...