C209 The Stories of Her Leaving

The purple-dressed woman smiled slowly, "Blame me, your Daddy used to call me, the stupid …" She raised her head for a moment and wanted to touch Muxi's hand. Muxi didn't move, but I passed her hand over and the purple-clothed woman held it firmly in my hand, "Muxi, did I speak to you? Your name sounds really nice."

Muxi, who had just been unable to adapt to the situation