At the last moment, Wu Mocheng hugged Xu Mu tightly and said something to Xu Mu in an inaudible whisper that he had never said before.
"I love you... Wu Mocheng loves Xu Mu..."
Xu Mu felt like a knife was suddenly stabbed in his heart. It was cold, but the blood that flowed out was warm.
Is everything... Too late?
But now she was lying in Wu Mocheng's warm arms. All the grievances and fragility were like icebergs that had been suppressed for a long time. Xu Mu began to cry quietly.
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