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The more Mu Zikun said, the more he felt like he was a bastard. The more he said, the more he felt guilty. He buried his face in Ang Yi's arms, not even daring to look at her.

Thinking that if Ang Yi wouldn't forgive him, Mu Zikun felt worse than death. He could only hug Ang Yi tightly, thinking that if he could hug her like this forever, he would never let go. At least, Ang Yi was now with him