Mu Zimo's face returned to its usual cold and indifferent appearance, and the hazy halo hit his face alternately from time to time, and he couldn't see his expression at the moment.

Gu Yuhan said sentence after sentence, and the words were not repeated. Listening to her chatter, an indescribable sense of warmth rippled in my heart.

Mu Zimo closed his eyes and lay on the bed, without making any sound, as if he was ......

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