Learning How To Adapt

Mu Chen's fingertips gently landed on the window. He looked at Ye sang who was squatting on the ground and unwilling to leave. His eyes were slightly bitter. He muttered, "Little Bastard..."

He didn't even leave.

It was strange to say that.

The first time they met was annoying. Other than being annoyed, he was also irritable. After all, to a person like him who didn't have a good personality and temper, a child was equivalent to trouble.

Mu Chen closed the curtain expressionlessly. His fingers that were holding the curtain were slightly white. Even though he could not hear any movement in the room, when the curtain was completely closed and no one could be seen, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, he only felt that every breath he took hurt his heart badly.

Could he bear it?

Of course he could not bear it.

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