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Liucheng had done for her behind the scenes. After the family turmoil, she always blamed him for being heartless and discarded all the good he had done for her. She never stood in his shoes to think a...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. 。as a knife under his smile, he thought about what place had offended Mo Xiaobai, thinking over and over again he didn't think much of it, feeling that he might have been hurt and overthinking things,...