The young man looked at that person with a pair of clear eyes, and saw that he had the same appearance as that person, just like a baby in swaddling clothes who was ignorant of the world. He smiled, and it was no different from before. Although he has done countless things against his will in his life, just to please the one who shares his blood, that person tilted his eyes and whispered in the young man's ear: "I have never regarded you as my heir, I just wanted you to have this beautiful face and these innocent eyes!" "Mu Xuan has long known that he It's just a tool for you to seize power." He still said with a quiet and obedient smile, "I've always known it, I've known it a long time ago, and I've never doubted it." "So?" Guicheng's face has been sharpened by time, and An Muxuan looked at it quietly: Maybe this is what he might become? Maybe... "So, why care about Mu Xuan's feelings?" The swirling heavy snow confused the future, and also confused the eyes. The blood-colored eyes could no longer distinguish what was right and what was wrong. "Hey, Miaomiao, why did Grandpa Huang take you in?" "Grandpa Huang, Miaomiao doesn't know." "Hey... Why..." Why? Because - Miaomiao is Xuan'er's son, daddy. But, why, can't you remember? He rubbed his swollen head and opened the window. The snow outside the window had stopped, and the warm sun instantly filled the room, "Mu Xuan..."