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The next day.

The room was bright.

The air felt sweet.

"Come, Mo'er, drink this bowl of soup."

Xiao Zi Shi was so gentle that it made Momo feel like she was dreaming.

His bony hands, shiny white porcelain bowls and spoons, the dark soup still steaming faintly.

"I want you to feed me!" Mo Mei smiled like a child.

Xiao Zi Wu's smile was a bit stiff