At night. . . A cool breeze blew in, stirring the thin tent. Even though it was June, it was still a bit cold to sleep in the tent at night. . .
Dadong looked at the starry sky there stupidly, his mind filled with the same face that looked like an iceberg all day long.
Silently said: "God... If you can hear me, can you give me a chance? Let Xiaoyu give me a bright smile, let me take care of him, give him happiness, make him happy, please, Amen!"
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