He Is an Impostor

As the bell tolled, the morning mist filled the air.

Mo Wen's unstable sleeping body suddenly shook. He subconsciously turned around, wanting to grab onto something, but in the next second, all he grabbed was a mass of empty air. It was very cold, very cold.

After so long, she was still not used to being alone. Everything in her dreams was so perfect, so warm.

She had thought countless times that when she woke up in the morning, she would be able to stare into Ji Mubai's tightly shut eyes. She would be able to touch his stubbly chin when the first rays of the morning sun shone in, and she would be able to see her father safely drinking tea and reading a newspaper as soon as she walked out of the living room.

But now, all of this had become eternal extravagance.

Perhaps, she thought, her father missed her and wanted to tell her something, but she could not go to his grave to worship.

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