C76 Unintentional

Carry him out of his little tent.

The night was still so dark, the lights in the distance were still on. The small world under the lights was a home and also a story.

Mo Xiaozhu glanced at Weiwei, then at Shui Junyin's tent before resolutely turning around. The instant she turned around, her tears began to flow even faster.

Let's go.

Don't look back, leave, and leave his world