"God said, Let there be light, and there was light."
An Jing's fair little hands held a corner of his clothes, and he looked at the person in front of him seriously and said word by word: "Du Gu, you are my light."
Du Gu looked at the delicate little person in front of him, with a beautiful curve on his thin lips. He stretched out his hand to rub An Jing's furry head, then pulled the little person into his arms and said with a chuckle: "That roll is the sun."
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