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Ye Ningyuan listened to the children in a daze. His thoughts were adrift and detached whereas his mind was full of how Hailan looked. A deeper self-blame and heartache crept into his heart and he could not make this feeling ease.

He thought he was numb to it all, but he did not expect himself to have feelings.

Mo Wushuang, in her white shirt, black leather trousers with its steel chain and black boots, leaned against the window. One look at her and everyone knew that she was dressing as the queen. She was wondering. If she told her cousin that An Xunuo is Xu Nuo, would he become even more overjoyed or even more in pain? According to common reasoning, he ought to be even more in pain. The woman whom he loved for so long caused Hailan's death. While she felt that it was not completely Xu Nuo's fault, it was still Xu Nuo who began it all that caused her elder brother so much more pain. If he knew she was Xu Nuo, would he be in even more pain?

To say or not to say?