This face of him can really be regarded as supernatural, neither overly fortitude, nor feminine at all, sharp edges and corners, extremely handsome, but the outline appears gentle, neither close nor too alienated.
Wen Yi looked at it carefully, and felt that compared with five years ago, he had hardly changed, and he could completely overlap with the way she remembered.
At about noon, Mo Shichen might have fallen asleep for a few hours, and his arms were no longer so tight and his subconsciousness was not so sharp. Wen Yi was finally freed and crawled out of his arms. Come out, and go out lightly.
When she brought the door, she stood in the quiet and deep corridor and let out a long breath unconsciously.
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