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Han Yong felt awkward and was unable to say anything as he opened his mouth to explain why he and Leng Sha appeared at this moment in a flawless manner.

On the other hand, Leng Sha was quite calm and leisurely helped Han Yong out, "Tonight's moonlight is really good, it's just the right time to come out and swallow the moonlight."

Swallowing the moonlight. Was he supposed to be a monster cultivating his inner pellet? Han Yong gave Leng Sha a very retarded look. Since when did Leng Sha become addicted to online games? Leng Sha returned Han Yong's gaze with a disdainful look.

Under the moonlight, Wang Shi smiled awkwardly. He turned his head to look at the villa and yawned. "I'm sleepy. You guys chat, I'm going to sleep for a while."

"I'm also sleepy. Master Wang, I'll go back with you."

"This?" Wang Shi looked at Han Yong with a troubled expression before leaving. He looked at Leng Sha and smiled apologetically as he followed Han Yong back to the villa.

Behind them, the cold sand slowly lit up a cigarette. That faint light was almost drowned in the bamboo forest.

The faint scent of tobacco wafted into the air. The cold sand took a deep breath and then closed its eyes.

How fragile is human life? No one could see it more thoroughly than the cold sand. He had seen too many lives descend upon him, too many lives fade away. As he walked, ran, slept, and even in the space of a single breath, he had crossed the line between the sun and the moon.

Her silver eyes quietly stared at the crescent moon hanging in the night sky, completely devoid of any sleepiness.

A rustling sound came from afar, and Leng Sha opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the sound. The light in his eyes became increasingly clear.

A small figure quickly appeared in his line of sight. It was a furry little figure crawling on all fours in the bamboo forest, seemingly unaffected by the crushed rocks or the bamboo forest.

The cold sand laughed, silent to the point of being audible. A clear and melodious sound rotated through the bamboo forest, clear and bright like a morning bell.

At this moment, he was curiously looking at the cold sand as if he was wondering what Xiao Yu was laughing about. However, very quickly, he continued to climb towards the cold sand, twisting his little butt due to his actions. His originally chubby little body was now even more round because of the added fur.

Long fingers wrapped around Shao's waist and lifted him up from the ground. Ignoring the little guy's fluttering hands, he placed the cigarette in his hand into the little guy's mouth.

"Cough, cough." Xiao Xun quickly discovered that what smelled like delicious food was hard to swallow. He spat out the half of the cigarette in his mouth, and his big watery eyes became misty.

Leng Sha couldn't help but be elated. "Hahaha, do you really think that it's delicious?"

The little guy looked at Leng Sha's smiling white teeth flashing under the moonlight. It opened its small mouth and bit down on Leng Sha's face.

Even though the sand dodged fast, his chin was still left with two teeth marks by the sharp fangs.

This time, he really provoked the cold sand. He extended his hand and grabbed the hair on the back of the little guy's neck, lifting him out of his embrace. His words became much more severe, "You dare bite me? "Mhmm, do you think your mom can still protect your arrogance? Little brat, today I'll let you know who's the boss."

Xiao Yunyou looked at the fierce look on the cold sand. His pitch-black eyes narrowed as he raised his head towards the moon and shouted, "Wu, wu."

In the mansion, the sleeping Jing Xiaoxiao's eyelashes twitched. She subconsciously touched her son, but all she could feel was a hand of cool air and a bed that was no longer warm.

Ye Mo woke up. She sat up on the bed and looked at the bed. She saw that her son was no longer on the bed. Then she jumped up and ran out.

In the bamboo forest, the cold sand looked at a complacent Xiao Xun.

His face was livid and helpless. He didn't even need to think to know that Mo Xiaoxiao was running towards him.

Hearing Cold Sand's complaints, Xiao Xun gave him an innocent smile as saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Yuelin could no longer sleep. He showed Xiao Zhenhai the photo that Yang Ziying had brought back.

Xiao Zhenhai looked at the cute and sincere smile of his great-grandson in the photo, tears quickly wetting his eyes and concealing his actions. Xiao Zhenhai went to find his reading glasses and used his glasses to wipe the tears at the corner of his eyes.

Xiao Yuelin, who was standing at the side, felt as if his heart was pierced by a needle when he saw this scene.

No matter how strong or hard Xiao Zhenhai was, he was still an old man. After such a long period of time, he only wanted to live a happy life for the rest of his life. Xiao Yuelin silently left Xiao Zhenhai's bedroom.

He left the photos in Xiao Zhenhai's bedroom, and after Xiao Zhenhai died, Xiao Yuelin found them under his pillow. There was also a letter to Xiao Meng Han, on which were written: "Xiao Zhenhai, as someone who had once been unable to say such words, and the three words' I'm sorry '.

In the study room, Xiao Yuelin was quietly reading a book. It was already late in the night, but he was sitting here in the middle of the night, not knowing what he had just read.

Yang Ziying opened the bedroom door and came in with a cup of warm milk. Xiao Yuelin blinked his somewhat dry eyes and asked with a hoarse voice, "Are you still awake?"

Placing the milk in front of her husband, Yang Ziying looked at the book on the table and complained, "Do you think I can sleep if you stay up all night reading?"

Xiao Yuelin's face was warm. He smiled awkwardly, picked up the milk, and drank it mouthful by mouthful, disguising his embarrassment: "You still have to take care of Little You tomorrow. You go and sleep first, I'll watch for a while and then rest."

Yang Ziying sighed and shook her head. Her finger gently drew a line on the page. Xiao Yuelin followed his wife's finger and saw the book that she had placed down. He coughed, in the end, it was an old husband and wife.

After putting down the glass of milk, Xiao Yuelin said with some sadness, "I just gave Dad a picture, but he seems to be very upset. It's already bad enough for dad to have that poison in Meng Han's body, and now we're going to have a little tour."

He knew that this was a new choice, one that was even more painful than Xiao Menghan's had been at that time. At that time, Xiao Menghan had only started acting up at the age of ten, and Little You was born with a completely different personality than an ordinary child. For Little You, having an ordinary childhood was an extravagant dream.

Yang Ziying knew that this was the problem. She sat in the chair in front of Xiao Yuelin's desk and looked at Xiao Yuelin without blinking: "Yue Lin, you and dad should have confidence in Meng Han and Xiao Yan. Today, I think that Little You will have a very exciting life, and he will be even stronger than his father.

"Ziying?"

Yang Ziying waved her hand at her husband's hesitation, "I'm a woman. All these years at home, except for my beauty, I've been shopping, but I can see that Meng Han's love for Xiao Ran is unwavering. As long as you and Dad are willing to support them, we won't repeat the same love we had for Meng Han ten years ago."

Hearing his wife's hidden complaints, Xiao Yuelin felt as if his throat was being choked. His wife was blaming him, and all these years, they had made mistakes, step by step, and with a sigh, Xiao Yuelin stood up and walked to Yang Ziying's side. He reached out to hug her, and said in a choked voice: "No, it won't happen again."