"Beautiful doll, I owe you the favor of saving my life." This is my Mubei. Murong Tage opened his eyes with difficulty.
"You are not my Mu Bei." Murong Tage wanted to push away the man holding him and pursue the young figure who was gradually disappearing, but he was unable to do so.
My Mubei is leaving.
"Tage, don't be afraid. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Don't sleep." Jiang Mubei said cautiously, not knowing whether he was comforting the person in his arms or himself.
Murong Tage smiled softly.
She seemed to see, in the light soft light, beside the willow embankment of Qiantang, a beautiful child smiling innocently: "Pretty baby, I will always stay with you."