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"Yang'er, Xue, you're still young, and you don't know what real emotions and love are."

Mu Qingyuan's words carried a weighty tone.

Mu Yang's heart tightened. Usually, when parents said such things, it meant they didn't approve of the relationship.

Meanwhile, Mu Xue tightly held onto Mu Yang, biting her lips until they were stained with blood.

Seeing the silent figures in front of him, Mu Qingyuan sighed.

Although Mu Yang wasn't his biological son, Mu Qingyuan had always treated him like his own, sometimes even more affectionately than Mu Xue.

"Yang'er, I can feel that you've been different from your peers since childhood. There seems to be an endless amount of concerns in your gaze, a look that has weathered countless storms."

Mu Qingyuan spoke again, "I don't know your background, but I've raised you for thirteen years."

"A few days ago, when you suddenly called me Dad, I was very happy. For over a decade, you never called me Dad even once."