When Mo Cunzhi returned to the peak, he saw his younger brother, who had been relatively calm before, crying secretly in the yard, his face paler and pitiful than before.
Mo Cunzhi didn't know if he could step forward at this time. Fortunately, he stopped crying quickly, and Mo Cunzhi showed up and put the packed food in front of him.
"You...go and have a good rest after eating."
Mo Cunzhi had always spoken in a cold tone, and this sentence was a tone that he tried to soften as much as possible, but it still seemed chilly in the cold wind.
Hearing the junior brother's muffled hum, Mo Cunzhi stood in front of him for a moment and said uncomfortably: "You rest, I will practice on the peak."
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