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His black eyes were as deep as the night sky as he looked at Xiao Yuelin. The wind from the window blew in, causing the silver hair on Xiao Meng Han's back to flutter in the air.

That silver light hurt Xiao Yuelin. His hand trembled, but he still put the gun down in the end.

"Han Han, let's talk."

"Alright." Xiao Meng Han's answer was very straightforward and was beyond Xiao Yue Lin's expectations.

However, in the next second, Xiao Meng Han's figure had already quickly moved to the window. Her slender figure jumped down from the window and only left three words: "Next time."

Xiao Yuelin was about to chase after him when a figure jumped out from the corridor and hugged him. Yang Ziying's voice trembled as she shouted: "Hanhan, run! Your father is here!"

"He's gone." Xiao Yuelin suddenly felt tired. Just now, Xiao Menghan was quite clear-headed, and this was completely different from the Xiao Menghan he had seen in the basement. Xiao Yuelin wanted to know how his son's body was doing.

Outside the window, as soon as Xiao Meng Han's figure landed, he immediately ran in the direction of where Mo Xiao Yan might have been. Xiao Meng Han's figure landed outside of the window, immediately running in the direction of where Mo Xiao Yan might have been swept away.

Because he was worried that her body wouldn't be able to take it, he didn't run fast enough. His grandmother always kept a respectful distance from cars and forbade Miao Siqing from swinging that thing. Therefore, Miao Siqing usually rode a bus and the only luxury he had was his bicycle.

"Xiao Yan, this is actually very environmentally friendly. It's called a bicycle, it's my private car." Miao Siqing was riding her bicycle and trying to avoid the main road and the small path. He was very satisfied because the small hand of Jing Xiaoxiao was grabbing onto his clothes from the back of the car.

"I used to ride my bike when I was a kid, but after I fell a few times, I stopped riding it." Silent Xiao Ran's mood gradually relaxed.

The sound of the wheels rolled across the ground, causing her to absentmindedly return to her childhood. Her father also took her home during the night shift. He rode in front while she sat in the back, swaying as if she was about to fall asleep.

When those words rang again, Jing Xiaoxiao absentmindedly reached out and hugged the cyclist in front of her like she did when she was young. Her head was pressed against his back, and her mind was filled with the scenes of her and her father snuggling together, while tears slowly rolled down Jing Xiaoxiao's cheeks.

He had always known that someone was trying to persuade her father to marry, but his father had refused. He said that he would be satisfied with only one girl and that the child was his. He had the responsibility to raise her into an adult.

He had always told Mo Xiaoxiao that in this world, no one was easier to live in than anyone else. It was just that some people cried out that they would rather die than live, while others silently grit their teeth, forcing themselves to learn how to be strong. He hoped that his daughter was a strong child.

She had always wanted to live a good life, but now, she felt that she did not know how to choose. The life in her stomach …

This was the first time that Miao Shiqing had felt this way. It was sweet and soft, seeping out from her bones and twisting back into his every nerve. Was this the taste of love?

The feeling of loving someone is like flying in the clouds.

The night wind was blowing gently, making Miao Shiqing feel as if she was floating in the air. He had been reluctant to open his mouth to break this beautiful feeling.

It wasn't until the tears of Silent Dye had dampened Miao Siqing's shirt that he realized that there was something wrong with Silent Dye in the back seat.

"What's the matter with you?" He turned around and looked at the teary face of Silent Red. He hastily went to his pocket for a tissue and found that he did not have the habit of carrying a tissue in his pocket. As he held the windbreaker in his hand, Miao Siqing's dark brown eyes were filled with love and self-blame.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the money to buy a car. I've made you feel wronged."

He had never felt the difference between a car and a bicycle or bus, and now he knew how hard it was for the girl he loved to cry in the back of a bicycle.

Jing Xiaoxiao shook her head and tried her best to stop her tears. She raised her head and gave Miao Siqing a teary smile. "I was just reminded of when I was young. I grew up on the back of my father's bicycle."

She stretched out her arms in an attempt to hug her, but she was also a bit timid. Usually, he could hip and hop, but if he had to do something intimate with a girl that he had fallen in love with, he would feel a little embarrassed.

They walked the rest of the way back.

Miao Shiqing pushed the cart. She was wearing a trench coat as she walked slowly. Her body was no longer as weak as it was before. As she slowly walked in the cool night wind, the depressed feeling in her heart was dispelled.

Along the way, Miao Siqing told Mo Hongyi about the embarrassing incident from his childhood. He naughtily drew a little turtle on the back of his grandma's white coat.

In the end, his grandma dressed unwittingly and treated the patient for the entire day. Later that night, his grandma took off his clothes to wash, before realizing that his back was pitch black. Miao Siqing was tied up by his grandma and hung inside the house.

"When I was young, I was very lazy. I would never stand while leaning on something, sit while leaning on something, sit while lying on something. Then, in order to cure my laziness, Grandma sawed off one of the legs inside the chair, so I sat down on both chairs together. The next day, all the chairs had one leg left.

"Wine vat?" She guessed that Doctor Miao was brewing medicinal wine with a black cloth.

Miao Siqing shook his head. A bashful smile appeared on the corner of her lips, resembling that of a young, naïve teenager.

"It's a pickled vegetable jar?" In the past, in order to save money for her school, her father would buy some cabbages and marinate them into pickles, eating them all winter.

Miao Siqing raised his head and looked at the sickle-like moon above his and slowly said, "It's a cactus. Grandmother specifically borrowed it from someone else. It's as long as a finger and I started howling like a pig. My pants were dyed red with blood."

Pfft, Mo Xiaoxiao smiled. She could already imagine his miserable appearance back then.

"I finally got my wish and lay on the bed for almost half a month. I didn't need to sit or stand, and now there are still a dozen or so black spots on my butt. I'm not even going to easily sit in one place anymore."

Miao Siqing had never told anyone these words before. Naturally, tonight, he wanted to share the naughty things he had done when he was young with his. If his grandma didn't give him the money to buy sugar, he would drink the cough syrup in his grandma's jar. Half of it was left, while the other half was filled with water.

He was completely different from the first time they had met. The first time they had met, he had been like a seductive woman, with a coquettish voice and twisted buttocks. Later on, knowing that he was a man, he had given her a seductive look and stuffed the paper slip.

Now, Jing Xiaoxiao felt that he was very cute. That mischievous little brat was now obediently following her grandma around every day as a nurse.