"I'm not a child anymore, don't worry about me." Mu Yunxuan yawned, touched Xiao Tao's head, and left Mu Mansion.
In the early morning of this morning, Mu Mansion on the outskirts of Nanzhao City was shrouded in a thin layer of mist. The mist in the spring morning presents a milky white color, lingering like a veil between the continuous attics, adding a bit of softness to the rigid style of Mu Mansion. Mu Yunxuan lowered his head and looked at the green grass that had just sprouted at his feet, then waved cheerfully towards the mansion and left on foot.
Sometimes what we say goodbye to is not the things we are familiar with or the people we are close to, but the cold heart after prosperity.
Mu Yunxuan's eyes were like looking at a monster: "You..."
Chenze interrupted him: "You have always been mine. You are not allowed to leave me again."
He lowered his head and blocked Mu Yunxuan's mouth forcefully.