"Mo Jinghao will only love Mo Zaiyu in this life, and I will never regret it!" Mo Jinghao pulled Mo Zaiyu and stood under the sycamore tree, raised her right hand to the green trunk, closed her four fingers and faced the sky, her voice was full of seriousness.
Mo Zaiyu was stunned: "Jingjing, we are brother and sister."
"Brother, brother, you said that anyone who sincerely makes a wish under the sycamore tree will fulfill his promise. Unfortunately, no one is with me. Tell me quickly, hurry up!" Noila Mo pulled Mo Zaiyu's clothes and urged her brother to make a wish with her.
"Okay" Mo Zaiyu also raised his right hand, and with his left hand, he took Mo Jinghao's hand at the corner of his clothes and held it tightly. He looked at the furry head below with concentration and said: "Mo Zaiyu will only love Mo Jinghao in this life and will never regret it!"
The sun shone through the leaves, one high and one low, on the two wishers, and it was warm. Mo Jinghao raised her head and met her brother's focused gaze. At a glance, it seemed that she could not see the end even after a thousand years. Mo Zaiyu looked at her sister's doubtful eyes and smiled.
Jingjing, brother really, really loves you.
(The male protagonist loves the female protagonist very much and holds her in the palm of his hand. He has always been well protected and ignorant of worldly affairs. However, the male protagonist is a contradiction between rationality and sensibility. The darkness he experienced since childhood and his own life experience have made him vicious and vicious. All the gentleness left in his life has been given to the female protagonist.)
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