At that time, Chu Yan didn't know that he was the only person Mo Ziqing had ever trusted in his life.
Mo Ziqing nestled in his arms, her little nose greedily sniffing Chu Yan's unique smell, and her head was buried deeply in Chu Yan's arms.
Dependence, attachment.
But Chu Yan didn't notice the latter.
If love can't last forever... Then... Hate... Can it?
It's all okay, as long as it has a place in his heart, well, it's all okay.
Everything is fine...
But this time, the man didn't come.
Maybe it will never come again.
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