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had never been spoken. Those two words almost slipped out downstairs, but in the end, she swallowed them back down. They were too heavy. She was afraid that once they were said, there would be no goin...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. 。 Mo was in Bali, reading the morning paper when he burst into laughter, slapping the table and stomping his feet, a warm and inexplicable kind of laughter. He'd been having quite the fits lately, so w...