silently. The underground prison was eerily quiet. She memorized each of these men's faces, etching them deeply into her mind. 。Not a single one will be let go. For every hardship Xiaobai has endured...Mo Yao let out a breath without showing any emotion. His Xiaobai had arrived, though two hours later than expected, he was still happy. Mo Yao's happiness sometimes came in peculiar ways; stoic and poker-faced, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or not.

Mò Xiǎobái had already changed into his pajamas, and as soon as he lifted the covers, he lay down. He was used to sleeping with Mò Yáo, and it felt normal to him. He couldn't sleep well without Mò Yáo by his side. Although sometimes in the middle of the night, when he woke up and saw himself hugging Mò Yáo tightly, he felt a little awkward, he still really liked sleeping beside Mò Yáo. 。walked out of the darkness, constantly firing towards Wu Shuang's hiding spot. 。Bullets were incessantly raining down around Wuzang's ears. She was trapped in a corner, unable to escape. Yun was in ch...