"Ji Baimo..." Yan Bai's eyes moved away, and the dark eyes were still extremely calm, without any fluctuations. He murmured the name in his memory. He should have been very familiar, but after he pronounced it, he felt nothing. He was like a very familiar stranger, but the mark left by that person in his memory was too deep.

Although this person can no longer bring her any emotional fluctuations, the feeling in her heart is telling her.

I don't want him to die.

I don't want this light to go out.

The only warmth and light, I don't want him to disappear.

Want to eat his desserts and meals.

Bai Mo on Yan Bai's back trembled slightly. Listening to the name Yan Bai was muttering, his little face buried on Yan Bai's back, his eyes closed, his hands tightly grabbed Yan Bai's clothes, his lips were bitten red, and he spoke in a choked voice.

"I don't have a surname, and I don't have a surname, so my name is Bai Mo, white, thick ink ink."

"You will remember my name."

Bai Mo's voice was tender, as if he wanted to seek his own sense of existence or something else. He spoke in a low voice, grabbed Yan Bai's shoulder with his little hands, and his cheeks gently rubbed against Yan Bai's back, like a lazy and coquettish kitten, with a pair of amber eyes shining, as if someone could recite his name or remember his name was a very happy thing.

A very small but difficult to see.

"Well, I will remember, Bai Mo, right?" Yan Bai's voice was glutinous, and he slowly pronounced his name word by word. Little Bai Mo, who was lying behind Yan Bai, could not see Yan Bai's expression on his face. He just stared at Yan Bai's side face a lot, and then his cheeks and back ears gradually turned red. In order to cover up, he lay on Yan Bai's back, and his eyelashes were moving up and down on Yan Bai's back like a small fan.

"Yeah." After umbling, Xiao Baimo stopped talking, but just bent the corners of his lips, as if he didn't want his emotions to be seen by others.

Finally... I don't think he is a burden.

Finally... someone will call his name.

He is Bai Mo, not someone else, not a bastard, not a beast.

The alley was extremely dark, as if it was so deep that it was impossible to walk out. Yan Bai's figure looked extremely thin in the alley, while Xiao Baimo lay obediently on Yan Bai's back.

"Damn, dazzle, dazzle..." 114 couldn't help but swear at this moment, and was really shocked. Its silver sphere hovered around, floating on Yan Bai's left and looked at it again on the right side. Its vision kept falling on Xiao Baimo's body and not moving away. Even if it could appear with such a dull system, its host must have appeared.

"Host, the little dumpling on your back is Ji Baimo, it must be. Ji Baimo was a child, and now it was the capital ten years ago. So it doesn't seem surprising that we met Ji Baimo, but why is Ji Baimo so pitiful now? Isn't he the head of the Ji family?"

114 Staring at Ji Baimo who was lying on Yan Bai's back, I couldn't figure out how Ji Baimo had lived so miserably when he was a child. I never saw Ji Baimo so soft and pitiful.

One is the glory ten years later, and everyone in the capital is afraid of it. There is always a mask with a smile, and there is a cold-blooded existence in its bones.
Chapter completed!