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ight years old, wearing a puffy princess dress and pigtails with pretty butterfly clips. Butterflies again…He remembered a warm photo from when he was seven or eight years old, dressed much like that....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. 。den of life falling entirely on his shoulders."There's no point, who cares about our lives" Zhang sighed.A great nation is being bullied like this, and it's just brushed aside with a simple accusation...