手指在紅痣上摩挲著，柳延低頭看，看那好看的頎長手指不斷地撫摸自己，溫溫柔柔的，柳延喜歡這種親昵，便看得更仔細，望著他怎樣撫摸自己那顆紅痣，又是怎樣突地蜷起了指節，不再撫摸，而是摳。
指甲刺進了血肉裡，柳延皺起了眉。卻想起伊墨先前說得那句話，便直愣愣地支著身子，躲也不躲。血液逐漸從伊墨的指縫蜿蜒到了掌心，順著掌紋往下滴，滴在柳延的小腹上，混合著上方流下的血液一起，流的越來越多。
兩人之間的血腥味越來越大了，伊墨凝神地摳挖著那顆紅痣，柳延皺著眉，臉上呈出一種痛苦之色，卻始終忍著。冷汗如雨下。
紅痣剝到一半的時候，血液突地從創口飆出來，溫熱的鮮血濺上了伊墨的臉。伊墨猛地停住手，抬眼看到慘白著臉的少年。
伊墨問：“疼嗎？”
大約是疼痛的刺激，柳延反應比先前快了許多，道：“不疼。”他說不疼，眼裡卻水汪汪的，像是馬上就要哭出來，卻還是想讓他高興，問他：“伊墨，舒服了嗎？”
伊墨沉默了。默默地施法術，讓那道創口癒合，剝落了一半的紅痣也恢復如初。只余血液，原本流淌著卻戛然而止，柳延哆嗦了一下。
伊墨抱著他，一邊擦拭著那些血跡，一邊仿佛懊悔的道：“我答應過不欺負你。”柳延自然無法接過他的話，只好聽著他說下去，伊墨說：“我答應過你，就算你對我不好，我也不欺負你。”
柳延想說，我會對你好。卻因為腦子笨，一句話也說不出來。
伊墨說：“上一世我對你不好，你不喜歡我。”又說：“我知道你這一世是傻子……”
血跡未幹的手捧起少年的臉，伊墨望著他，低聲道：“可我不知道，你已經傻到連討厭我都不會了。”
就像那樣在他面前全情付出的沈清軒一樣，會在他面前激烈抗拒的季玖也不見了。眼裡的激烈璀璨，全不見了。
沒有風華，沒有信念，沒有執著與決絕。
這樣的人，卻是沈清軒的轉世。
伊墨想起前一世的季玖，腦中清清楚楚地響過那段話，似乎就在昨天，似乎就在耳邊飄蕩，季玖說：
——我把你囚禁起來，日夜對你好。寵著你，慣著你，所有事我都讓著你，但是你要在我身邊。
——我會讓你的家人以為你已經死去，我抹殺你在這個世界上的存在。
——最後，我讓你無處可去，斷了一切念想，只能依賴我，信任我。當我的沈清軒。
——甚至，我都不必告訴你，曾經有一個沈清軒。
——你只能當我的沈清軒。除此之外，你無路可走。
可是……季玖並沒有料到，他的來生會是一個傻子。說話困難，行動遲緩，眼神呆滯。兩世為人的智慧與才華都湮滅在癡傻裡，沒有狠辣沒有狡詐，沒有工於心計也沒有不擇手段……這樣的傻子。伊墨不知道，他是沈清軒嗎？
激烈付出的沈清軒，隱忍著抗拒著最終接受的沈清軒。兩世都有璀璨的眼神，覆滿光華，裡面蘊含著不可動搖的信念，瘋狂而激烈或堅定，從來知道自己要什麼，倔強而執拗，卻美的讓人移不開眼。
即使上一世，被抗拒被仇恨時，那雙眼睛也是明亮的，粲然的。想讓那樣的璀璨光華一直在自己眼前，一直為自己燃燒。而不是，黯淡無光。
伊墨問：“傻子，你那一魂一魄丟到哪去了？”問著明知道沒有答案的問題，伊墨也仿佛傻了似地，道：“我們去找一找好不好？”
柳延沒有發言權，比起一個冠了柳延的名字的活生生的人，他更像伊墨的傀儡，伊墨說好，他就說好，伊墨說找，他就說找。明知道是傻子還尋來了，尋了又嫌棄，由此可推斷伊墨也是一個不知足。
也幸好柳延傻，看不出他的心思，只要在他身邊，就滿足了。但是他太傻，所以伊墨看不出他也是有執著的。也或者，根本不願意看。
稍微收拾了一下，伊墨就牽著柳延的手，離開了山嶺小院。
在人間喧鬧的街市上，柳延是安靜的，穿著一身月牙白袍，正在成長的身體單薄卻修長，若不觀察他的眼睛，看起來與常人無異，一眼望去便是富貴人家的少年公子。只是一路上，柳延都要牽著伊墨的手。手指相交，纏纏綿綿地扣在一起，仿佛在說：柳延喜歡伊墨。
但是，伊墨不稀罕這樣的喜歡。
習慣了熾烈的愛與恨，伊墨不知道，這樣的喜歡，也是喜歡。
所以明明觸手可及，他還是帶著柳延，四處尋覓。
柳延就傻乎乎的，跟著他東奔西跑。他不知道伊墨要找什麼，只知道那東西對伊墨很重要，就跟著他，只要在伊墨身邊，柳延覺得去哪裡都好。
光陰如白駒過隙，一轉眼，柳延跟著他，在人間尋覓了五年。柳延十六歲了。
十六歲的柳延說話流利了許多，雖然還是傻，卻不再那麼遲鈍。在城鎮中走著，柳延餓了，伊墨給他買了一個包子，他自己已經不需要再食人間煙火，所以極少吃東西。柳延捧著包子，一邊走一邊吃，吃了一半，將剩下的一半遞過去給伊墨，“伊墨吃。”
伊墨搖頭。
柳延看著手中半個熱騰騰的包子，裡面油水光亮，忍不住又道：“好吃，伊墨吃。”
伊墨說：“你不吃了嗎？”
柳延“嗯”了一聲，說：“我飽了。”
伊墨便拿過那半個包子，在柳延的注視裡，扔向了角落。豬肉白菜油汪汪的餡滾了一地，白麵包子沾滿了塵土，成為垃圾。柳延看著，很快收回視線，繼續跟著伊墨往前走。
兩人走到了荒郊野外已經是晚間，柳延很快又說餓。伊墨皺了一下眉：“剛吃過包子，又餓了？”
柳延露出傻呵呵的笑容，說餓。他笑起來，終於和沈清軒一樣了，卻又少了許多神采。沒有那樣張揚，更無張揚背後暗藏的含蓄。實打實的傻笑。
伊墨使了個法術，移花接木的從遠處縣城的酒樓裡給他變出了許多吃食來。
柳延吃著，仍然叫伊墨吃，最後那些沒吃完的菜肴，也還是同之前那個包子一樣，成了伊墨手裡的垃圾，被遠遠地拋開了。柳延一聲不吭，只透過火光，一眨不眨地望著伊墨。他已經習慣了這個動作，仿佛從生命之初，他就是仰望著他的。即使所有的好，都徒勞無功，他也是仰望著他的。
只是臨入睡前，還是要說一句：“伊墨，我喜歡你。”
每個晚上入睡前，他都會這樣說一句，明明呆傻頑癡，卻覺得伊墨需要他喜歡。他不知道自己每天這樣說一句，有沒有哪天，伊墨也會說喜歡自己。
雖然現在伊墨只會說：“傻子，睡覺罷。”
將單薄的身子抱進懷裡，伊墨闔上眼，決定不再找了。茫茫人海裡尋找一魂一魄，上哪裡才尋得到？說不定，早就化了。或許真要抱著這樣一個傻子，過幾十年了。
伊墨覺得煩躁，柳延卻窩在他胸口，滿足地閉上眼，只要這樣一個懷抱，他就覺得滿足。
因為心情不好，所以第二天醒來，柳延就挨了罵。因為他又在睡夢裡，流了許多涎水。這個毛病一直沒有改掉，十六歲的人了，睡覺還流著涎水，到處都是。
伊墨幾乎是嫌惡地推了他一把，道：“去洗臉。”推完又覺得後悔，拉過柳延來，自己給他擦洗。
柳延始終笑著，並不放在心上。
伊墨看到他的表情，終是忍不住了，說了一句：“你哪裡像沈清軒？”
柳延很多次聽到這個名字，除了沈清軒，還有季玖。伊墨經常會說，說上一輩子，上上一輩子，柳延也試圖想清楚，自己上一輩子是怎樣，上上一輩子又是怎樣，可是越想越覺得糊塗，怎麼也想不明白，甚至聽不太懂。
想得氣餒了，便往地上一坐，說出自己的結論：“伊墨就是不喜歡傻子。”
伊墨說：“對，我討厭傻子。”
柳延也不哭，只睜大眼睛看著他道：“可是我喜歡你啊。”
伊墨不說了。他不屑與傻子爭辯這個問題，爭來爭去又有什麼用呢？沈清軒少了一魂一魄，就變成了傻子，誰對傻子好，傻子都會說喜歡。伊墨再也不是獨一無二的了。
今日，傻子卻犯了倔，他不說，柳延纏著他要說，說：“伊墨，我喜歡你。”
伊墨卻不理會他。
柳延撲上去，撲在他背上，還像平常一樣讓他背著自己，伏在他耳畔一遍又一遍地說：“伊墨，我喜歡你。”
“伊墨，我喜歡你。”
“伊墨，我喜歡你。”
“伊墨，我喜歡你。”
他喋喋不休地說，直到伊墨忍無可忍，將他從背上拋下來，在地上打了個滾。
伊墨說：“傻子有什麼資格說喜歡？”
柳延不說了。他跟著伊墨在人間走了幾年，已經知道什麼是好話，什麼是不好的話，知道什麼是嫌棄，什麼是討厭。
柳延一動不動地坐在地上，直到伊墨不耐煩，走過來了，才抬起臉問他：“怎麼樣，你才相信我喜歡你？”
伊墨望著那張形似沈清軒的臉，心裡又不忍了一下，拍了拍他的頭：“別鬧了。回去，該回山了。”
柳延一貫是聽他的，聞聲就站了起來，走在他身邊。
走了一段路，柳延說：“我不是沈清軒。”
伊墨頓住腳。
“也不是季玖。”柳延說。
“我是傻子。”柳延說著扯開了身上衣袍，指著胸前那粒朱砂，認真問他：“沒有這個，傻子就是傻子了是不是？”
柳延問他：“是不是伊墨就不會討厭我這麼傻？”
伊墨不答，許久，才望著他胸口那點紅色，道：“沒有它，我才不理你。”
因為對方是傻子，所以他說話就更加肆無忌憚，不再遮掩什麼。
還因為傻子蠢，占了他心中的那個人，就活該被傷。
柳延低下頭，默默地跟著他，回到了山頂小院。
晚間，該給他沐浴的時候，伊墨喊了一聲，院子裡卻沒有人跑過來，也沒有人回應。
伊墨頓時感到不妙。施法感應周圍，方圓兩裡都沒有柳延。
又一次擴大搜尋，伊墨感覺到了他。
夜色裡伊墨沖向潺潺流水的小溪，在草地上抱起了蜷成一團柳延，重新回到屋中，燭火輝映的明亮下，他掰開柳延掙扎不讓他看的手，看見了敞開的胸口處，一片鮮血淋漓。
那顆五年前沒有被他摳掉的朱砂痣，終於被柳延親手剜掉了。
伊墨看著被剜出一個窟窿的地方血肉猙獰的形狀，腦中亂成一團麻。
柳延怕極了他臉上的神色，像是要吃人一樣憤怒地盯著自己胸口，柳延哆嗦了一下，捂著傷口，連滾帶爬的從桌子上躲到一邊。
伊墨吸了口氣，聲音嘶啞地道：“別怕。過來，我給你療傷。”
柳延縮在角落裡，像個受驚的小動物，看著他，許久才顫著聲音道：“我身上有血，髒。”還有草葉和泥巴，他痛得忍不住時，在地上打滾，所以現在一身狼藉，髒的像個野狗。
伊墨那麼愛乾淨，連他口水都討厭，柳延縮得更厲害了。
伊墨走到他面前，臉上神色不停地變幻著，像是惱怒，又像是悲傷，還有許多，柳延無從分辨。最後，伊墨蹲下身，望著他髒兮兮的臉，道：
“對不起。”
這是他有生以來第一次道歉，無論是對沈清軒還是對第二世的季玖，都沒有過。
柳延顫巍巍地伸出手，在他臉上摸了摸，慌亂地道：“不疼，我不疼，你別哭。”一邊說著，一邊自己落下淚來。
伊墨這時才發覺，自己哭了。
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The fingers were rubbing on the red mole. Liu Yan looked down and saw those beautiful long fingers constantly stroking him, gently . Liu Yan liked this kind of intimacy, so he looked more carefully, watching how he stroked the red mole, and how he suddenly curled up his knuckles, no longer stroking, but picking at it.
The nails pierced into the flesh, and Liu Yan frowned. But he remembered what Yi Mo said before, so he stood straight, not trying to hide. Blood gradually flowed from Yi Mo’s fingers to the palm, dripping down along the palm lines, dripping onto Liu Yan’s lower abdomen, mixing with the blood flowing from above, and flowing more and more.
The bloody smell between the two of them was getting stronger and stronger. Yi Mo was concentrating on picking at the red mole, while Liu Yan frowned, his face showing a look of pain, but he was holding it in. Cold sweat was pouring down.
When the red mole was peeled halfway, blood suddenly spurted out from the wound, and the warm blood splashed on Yi Mo’s face. Yi Mo stopped suddenly and looked up to see the pale- faced boy.
Yi Mo asked: “Does it hurt?"
Probably due to the stimulation of pain, Liu Yan reacted much faster than before and said, “It doesn’t hurt." He said it didn’t hurt, but his eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry. But he still wanted to make him happy, so he asked him, “Yi Mo, are you feeling better?"
Yi Mo was silent. He silently cast a spell to heal the wound and restore the half-peeled red mole to its original state. Only the blood was left, which had been flowing but suddenly stopped. Liu Yan shivered.
Yi Mo held him, wiping the blood, and said with regret: “I promised not to bully you." Liu Yan naturally couldn’t take over his words, so he had to listen to him. Yi Mo said: “I promised you that even if you treat me badly, I won’t bully you."
Liu Yan wanted to say, I will treat you well. But because of his stupidity, he couldn’t say a word.
Yi Mo said: “I was not good to you in my last life, and you didn’t like me." He also said: “I know you are a fool in this life…"
Holding the boy’s face with his bloodstained hands, Yi Mo looked at him and whispered, “But I didn’t know that you are so stupid that you don’t even hate me."
Just like Shen Qingxuan who gave himself to him, Ji Jiu who would resist fiercely in front of him was gone. The fierce brilliance in his eyes was gone.
There is no elegance, no faith, no persistence and determination.
Such a person is the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan.
Yi Mo thought of Ji Jiu in his previous life, and the words echoed clearly in his mind, as if it happened just yesterday, as if it was floating in his ears. Ji Jiu said:
——I imprison you and treat you well day and night. I pamper you and spoil you. I give in to you in everything, but you must stay by my side.
——I will let your family think that you are dead, and I will erase your existence in this world.
——In the end, I left you with nowhere to go, and you had no choice but to rely on me and trust me. Be my Shen Qingxuan .
——I don’t even need to tell you that there was once a Shen Qingxuan.
——You can only be my Shen Qingxuan. Apart from this, you have no other way to go.
But… Ji Jiu didn’t expect that he would be a fool in his next life . He had difficulty speaking, slow movements, and dull eyes. The wisdom and talent of his two lives were lost in stupidity. He was neither cruel nor cunning, neither calculating nor unscrupulous… Such a fool. Yi Mo didn’t know, was he Shen Qingxuan?
Shen Qingxuan, who gave fiercely, and Shen Qingxuan, who resisted secretly but finally accepted. In both lives, there are bright eyes, full of brilliance, containing unshakable beliefs, crazy and fierce or firm, always knowing what they want, stubborn and obstinate, but beautiful enough to make people unable to look away.
Even in the last life, when I was resisted and hated, those eyes were bright and shining. I want that bright light to always be in front of my eyes, always burning for me. Instead of being dim and dull.
Yi Mo asked, “Fool, where did your soul go ?" Yi Mo seemed to be stupid when asking a question that he knew had no answer, and said, “Let’s go look for it, okay?"
Liu Yan had no right to speak. Compared to a living person named Liu Yan, he was more like Yi Mo’s puppet. If Yi Mo said yes, he said yes. If Yi Mo said to look for it, he said to look for it. He came to look for it even though he knew he was a fool. After looking for it, he was disgusted. From this, we can infer that Yi Mo is also an unsatisfied person.
Fortunately, Liu Yan was stupid and couldn’t see his thoughts. As long as she was by his side, she was satisfied. But he was too stupid, so Yi Mo couldn’t see that he was also persistent. Or maybe, he didn’t want to see it at all.
After packing up a bit, Yi Mo took Liu Yan’s hand and left the mountain courtyard.
In the noisy streets, Liu Yan was quiet, wearing a crescent-shaped white robe . His growing body was thin but slender. If you didn’t observe his eyes, he looked like an ordinary person. At first glance, he was a young man from a wealthy family. But along the way, Liu Yan held Yi Mo’s hand. Their fingers intertwined and entangled together, as if to say: Liu Yan likes Yi Mo.
However, Yi Mo doesn’t care about this kind of love.
Accustomed to passionate love and hate, Yi Mo didn’t know that this kind of liking is also liking.
So even though it was clearly within reach, he still took Liu Yan with him and searched everywhere.
Liu Yan followed him around like a fool. He didn’t know what Yi Mo was looking for, but he knew that thing was very important to Yi Mo, so he followed him. As long as he was with Yi Mo, Liu Yan felt that it didn’t matter where he went.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Liu Yan followed him and searched in the human world for five years. Liu Yan was sixteen years old.
Sixteen-year-old Liu Yan spoke more fluently. Although he was still stupid, he was no longer so slow. Walking in the town, Liu Yan was hungry, and Yi Mo bought him a bun. He himself no longer needed to eat, so he rarely ate. Liu Yan held the bun and ate it while walking. After eating half, he handed the remaining half to Yi Mo, “Yi Mo, eat."
Yi Mo shook his head.
Liu Yan looked at the half-hot bun in his hand, which was shiny with oil and water, and couldn’t help but say, “It’s delicious, Yi Mo, eat it."
Yi Mo said, “Aren’t you going to eat?"
Liu Yan hummed and said, “I’m full."
Yi Mo took the half bun and threw it into the corner under Liu Yan’s gaze. The greasy pork and cabbage stuffing rolled all over the floor, and the white bun was covered with dust, becoming garbage. Liu Yan looked at it, quickly retracted his gaze, and continued to follow Yi Mo forward.
It was already evening when the two of them reached the wilderness, and Liu Yan soon said he was hungry again. Yi Mo frowned: “You just had a bun, and you’re hungry again?"
Liu Yan smiled silly and said he was hungry. When he smiled, he finally looked like Shen Qingxuan, but he was less lively. He was not so flamboyant, and there was no hidden meaning behind the flamboyance. It was just a silly smile.
Yi Mo used a magic spell to conjure up a lot of food for him from a restaurant in a distant county town.
Liu Yan ate and still asked Yi Mo to eat. In the end, the unfinished dishes became the garbage in Yi Mo’s hands like the bun before, and were thrown far away. Liu Yan said nothing, just staring at Yi Mo through the firelight without blinking . He was used to this action, as if he had been looking up to him since the beginning of his life. Even if all the good things were in vain, he still looked up to him.
But before going to sleep, I still want to say: “Yi Mo, I like you."
Every night before going to sleep, he would say this. Although he was stupid and foolish, he felt that Yi Mo needed his love. He didn’t know if he would say this every day, and if Yi Mo would say that he liked him one day.
Although now Yi Mo can only say: “Fool, go to sleep."
Holding the frail body in his arms, Yi Mo closed his eyes and decided not to look for it anymore. Where can I find a soul in the vast sea of people ? Maybe it has already melted away . Maybe I really have to hold such a fool for decades.
Yi Mo felt irritated, but Liu Yan nestled in his chest and closed his eyes contentedly. As long as he had such an embrace, he felt satisfied.
Because he was in a bad mood, Liu Yan was scolded when he woke up the next day. Because he drooled a lot in his sleep again. He never got rid of this bad habit. He was sixteen years old, but he still drooled in his sleep, and it was all over the place.
Yi Mo pushed him almost in disgust and said, “Go wash your face." After pushing him, he felt regretful and pulled Liu Yan over to wash him himself.
Liu Yan kept smiling and didn’t take it to heart.
Yi Mo saw his expression and couldn’t help but said, “How are you like Shen Qingxuan?"
Liu Yan heard this name many times, besides Shen Qingxuan, there was also Ji Jiu. Yi Mo would often talk about the last life, the life before that, and Liu Yan also tried to figure out what his last life was like, and the life before that, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt, and he couldn’t figure it out, and he couldn’t even understand what he was saying.
Discouraged by the thought, he sat down on the ground and said his conclusion: “Yi Mo just doesn’t like fools."
Yi Mo said: “Yes, I hate fools."
Liu Yan didn’t cry either. He just looked at him with wide eyes and said, “But I like you."
Yi Mo stopped talking. He didn’t want to argue with a fool about this issue. What was the point of arguing? Shen Qingxuan lost a soul and a spirit , and became a fool. Whoever treats a fool well, the fool will say he likes it. Yi Mo is no longer unique.
Today, the fool was stubborn. He didn’t say anything, but Liu Yan pestered him to say, “Yi Mo, I like you."
Yi Mo ignored him.
Liu Yan threw himself on him, threw himself on his back, and let him carry him on his back as usual, whispering in his ear over and over again: “Yi Mo, I like you."
“Yi Mo, I like you."
“Yi Mo, I like you."
“Yi Mo, I like you."
He chattered on and on until Yi Mo could no longer bear it and threw him off his back, rolling on the ground.
Yi Mo said: “What qualifications does a fool have to say he likes me?"
Liu Yan stopped talking. He had followed Yi Mo in the human world for several years and already knew what was a good word, what was a bad word, what was disdain, and what was hate.
Liu Yan sat on the ground motionless until Yi Mo came over impatiently, then he raised his head and asked him: “What do you think, do you believe that I like you?"
Yi Mo looked at the face that looked like Shen Qingxuan, and couldn’t bear it anymore. He patted his head and said, “Stop making trouble. Go back. It’s time to go back to the mountain."
Liu Yan always listened to him. He stood up when he heard the voice and walked beside him.
After walking for a while, Liu Yan said, “I am not Shen Qingxuan."
Yimo stopped.
“It’s not Ji Jiu either." Liu Yan said.
“I’m a fool." Liu Yan said as he tore open his robe, pointed at the cinnabar on his chest, and asked him seriously: “Without this, a fool is a fool, right?"
Liu Yan asked him: “Will Yi Mo not hate me for being so stupid?"
Yi Mo didn’t answer for a long time, then looked at the red spot on his chest and said, “Without it, I won’t care about you."
Because the other person is a fool, he speaks more unscrupulously and no longer hides anything.
And because the fool is stupid, the person who occupies his heart deserves to be hurt.
Liu Yan lowered his head and followed him silently back to the courtyard on the top of the mountain.
In the evening, when it was time for him to take a bath, Yi Mo called out, but no one came running over in the yard, and no one responded.
Yi Mo immediately felt something was wrong. He cast a spell to sense the surroundings, but there was no Liu Yan within a two-mile radius.
Expanding the search once again, Yi Mo sensed him.
In the darkness of night, Yi Mo rushed to the gurgling stream, picked up Liu Yan, who was curled up on the grass, and returned to the house. Under the bright light of candlelight, he pried open Liu Yan’s hands, who were struggling to prevent him from seeing, and saw a pool of blood on the open chest.
The cinnabar mole that he had not removed five years ago was finally removed by Liu Yan himself.
Yi Mo looked at the hideous shape of flesh and blood where a hole had been gouged out, his mind in a mess.
Liu Yan was extremely frightened by the look on his face. He was staring at his chest angrily as if he wanted to eat him. Liu Yan shivered, covered his wound, and crawled away from the table.
Yi Mo took a breath and said in a hoarse voice: “Don’t be afraid. Come here, I will heal you."
Liu Yan huddled in the corner like a frightened little animal, looking at him for a long time before he said in a trembling voice: “There’s blood on me, it’s dirty." There were also grass leaves and mud. When he couldn’t bear the pain, he rolled on the ground, so now he was in a mess, as dirty as a wild dog.
Yi Mo is so clean that he even hates his saliva. Liu Yan shrank even more.
Yi Mo walked up to him, his expression constantly changing, like anger, sadness, and many other things, Liu Yan couldn’t tell. Finally, Yi Mo squatted down, looked at his dirty face, and said:
“sorry."
This was the first time he had apologized in his life, neither to Shen Qingxuan nor to Ji Jiu in his second life.
Liu Yan stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched his face, and said in panic: “It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, don’t cry." As he spoke, tears fell from his eyes.
Only then did Yi Mo realize that he was crying.
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