"Ning, do you love me?" "Love!" A certain woman replied firmly, "Then who am I?" A trace of begging appeared on Xuanyuan Mo's pale face, please, call my name! Call me! "Qi Mo!" A certain woman still looked like that. Xuanyuan Mo closed his eyes in pain, tears falling down his face, "Mo! Why are you crying? Don't cry, I will feel bad!" "Well, I won't cry," a substitute? Xuanyuan Mo leaned against the bed helplessly. He had been the man's substitute from the beginning. Forget it, a substitute would be a substitute. As long as he could stay by her side, no matter what! Xuanyuan Mo comforted himself! I tried my best to inhale, but why did my heart hurt so much? It hurts! It's so hard for me to breathe, Ning, I love you so much!