She's still here.
That's good.
He didn't know since when he became increasingly unable to leave her.
His feelings for her didn't lessen with time. Instead, he liked her more and loved her more.
There's nothing he could do about it. He's lived more than twenty years, met countless women, but only she has stirred his emotions.
Mo Hexuan thought maybe he wouldn't encounter anyone else like her in the future.
The only person in the world he loves.
No way he's letting her go.
Cautiously climbing onto the bed, Mo Hexuan hugged Qin Youxue's soft body in his arms.
Her body carried a slight chill. He tenderly kissed her forehead, seeing her peaceful face, Mo Hexuan sighed slightly.
"What on earth should I do with you..."
He murmured to himself quietly.
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Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, autumn had arrived.
The weather gradually turned bleak, and the air was filled with the unique chill of autumn.
