He felt that he had hurt his daughter, but this time he heard that Mo Tian had broken away from the cage and ran out. The pain in his heart gradually disappeared, and he was very pleased to see the hope
It has been seven days since he knelt in front of his mother's tomb, but Mo Tian's heart is hard to get rid of the pain. He thinks that his mother taught him to read pictures and words a few years ago, and his kind face is still so clear, but now it's all over the world.
"Brother..."
Mo Tian felt that someone was pulling his arm. Looking back, an eight year old boy raised his face and called his brother.
Mo Tian looked up at the purple fall standing in the distance, purple fall toward Mo Tian a smile, nodded. Mo Tian has already understood that this is his own brother.
"Younger brother..." Mo Tian hugs Fei Er tightly, and tears from the corner of his eyes can't help flowing down.