est. Ye Ningyuan silently endured her grief, his own grief. He didn't say a word. 。Ye Tiancheng saw his mommy crying, so he obediently didn't cry either. His chubby little hands went to wipe Xu Nuo's...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. 。d his memory.My beloved is right in front of me, with beautiful lips that shimmer like water and a blush still lingering on his face. He's undeniably beautiful. Thinking about Mo Yao's initiative just...