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a small island. My mother went there, and the next day I snuck off to it myself. I saw Long Xiushui's tombstone. Well, there was also something very strange on the island – a woman dressed in white."...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. 。 which room in Mo's house you were in, you could see it. The key was the distance. Mo Chen's room was the furthest, but only about thirty meters away. Gu Baobei fell in love with this garden at first...