"Jing'er, Shen'er, I beg you, don't leave me. I'll be very kind to you in the future. Please don't go." Holding Moshen's hand, Xia Houzhen begged. He only heard Moshen turn his head, and his eyes seemed to fall on him, but also seemed to have nothing.
"Duan, let's go back to the North Desert, okay? I want you to accompany me to see the sunset in the North Desert. I want you to sing and coax me stupidly. Let's go back, shall we?" When Xiahou Zhen finally opened his mouth, he felt his heart gradually sank.
It was not until this moment that he finally realized that He Moshen was no longer the He Moshen who always sweetly called him "Brother Zhen". He had personally lost his Moshen. From then on, he would never be able to find him again, even if he went up to the Azure and falling to the Und
