Mo Siluo didn't say anything more; he just slowly closed his eyes as if he were somewhat tired, "You all leave."
"Look at the state you're in!" Mo's father huffed coldly in annoyance. Although he chided his son, he did not really have any means of dealing with this particular child. In the end, he could only leave in a huff.
Looking at her elder brother's sickly appearance, Mo Si'ai could only sigh repeatedly, "You, you're still just as stubborn as ever! If only Mom were still alive, things would be much better, you always listened to her."
Mo Siluo's eyelashes fluttered and then he turned his face to the side, as if he were impatient, or as if suddenly a certain emotion had been touched upon, making it hard for him to breathe.