"No need. I've been called that for so long that I won't get used to it even if I change it." The little blind man lowered his head and picked at his nails out of boredom.
But judging from her tone, she didn't seem to be that resistant. Instead, she seemed to be half-rejecting and half-accepting.
Nina finished eating the duck blood, got up and walked to the kitchen, saying nonchalantly: "I'm done~"
It seemed that in her world, only that bowl of duck blood was worthy of her attention.
The little blind girl lowered her head even lower, and her black bangs covered her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.
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