The boy's voice was always clean, but now it seemed so hoarse, as if a broken cello was stubbornly playing music.
Dorian Yu's eyes narrowed. After saying these words, Emerson Guo suddenly gave up his strength. His furrowed brows indicated that he had returned to his usual impatience, but in addition to regret, there was also a hint of regret in his eyes. Unnatural expectations.
He breathed out quietly, and the warmth steamed the skin at the end of his eyes red, and even his voice became gentle: "So, do you want me to continue to accompany you?"
Emerson Guo had already stood up. He put on his coat and a scarf. He picked up the gift box that Dorian Yu had not yet picked up with one hand. He said with a slight scorn between his eyebrows: "Don't ask, I know you." I won't agree to it."
"How can I promise you if you don't tell me?" Dorian Yu was a little soft-hearted. He was born with a fondness for small animals, probably because their overly innocent eyes could easily reveal inner disputes.
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