C1108 Mo Ye-han's Sister Mo Ye-liang

The old man's eyes are a little moist. His eyes were filled with tears.

"Back then, when you were sent here. . . You were only this small. " The old man used both hands to draw the size of a baby that had just been born a few months old. "You're covered in wounds! You're still alright, you only suffered some superficial wounds. But. . . Your sister doesn't have your luck