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As he thought of this, his heart beat even faster, as if it would pop out from his chest in the next second.

However, Han Mo was still smiling and talking to her, not putting Qiao Xinran in his eyes at all.

As Qiao Xinran sat in front of the two of them, she suddenly became transparent, and was even treated as air.

Forget it, since you two are the same, she shouldn't disturb you. Rather than being a light bulb without eyes, he might as well get out of here.

Thinking about it, he glared at Han Mo, and quickly ran upstairs.

After hesitating for a long time in front of the door to the innermost room on the second floor, he finally opened the door and entered.

It had been a long time since anyone had cleaned up Qiao Bin's room.

Ever since he had been taken to the sanatorium by Aunt Hua, the room had been left empty and nobody had bothered to look at it.

Because it had always been forgotten, it remained the same as before.

He was only ten years old when he left this family, right? She still remembered that day. Her brother, who never understood anything, seemed to have a premonition. He held her hand and kept crying, unwilling to leave no matter what.

She often wondered if, on that day, she could stand up a little more and protect her brother, and then she could make him stay.

If she had stayed by his side to protect him, even if she could always live this unclear life of hers, it would still be better than now. She didn't even know where he was, nor did she know if he was alive or dead!

But how could there be so many 'ifs' in this world? Even after so many years had passed, she still hadn't grown strong enough. Not to mention protecting her little brother, even her own future couldn't be determined …

On the photo album in the drawer was the smiling faces of their family of four. This was also the only one in the family. There was a picture of his mother and brother.

The rest had been cleaned up by Aunt Hua for various reasons.

Even this picture was found by her when she was sorting out her brother's things. It was originally in a book that her brother often read.

Originally, she had thought that her little brother was really like what others said, ignorant of everything.

But since the day she found this picture in the book, she had learned that her younger brother knew everything.

He knew that his mother had left him forever. He also knew that his father had married another woman and would never love him again.

It was no wonder that on the day of his father's marriage to Aunt Hua, his brother had suddenly disappeared and ran away from home. He was actually protesting in his own way.

It was because of that time that Aunt Hua got the chance to count her brother's "crimes" in front of her father. She got him to nod and agree to send her brother to the sanatorium.

Unfortunately, she knew the truth too late. Otherwise, she could protest with her brother, in their own way.

Even if she couldn't stop Aunt Hua from entering the house, she could at least stay by his side.

Ye Zichen held the photo tightly in his arms, while tears silently flowed down his cheeks.

The world had changed, and things had changed.

No matter how deep one's emotions were, no matter how much one's blood ties grew, they would not be able to withstand the washing away of time and the helplessness of reality.

She didn't blame her father for making such a choice because he had a right to a better life.

However, he still couldn't feel at ease.

That kind of mental cleanliness was never able to come to an agreement with reality.

The tightly closed door suddenly opened, and Han Mo stood at the door looking at her with a gloomy expression.

This woman's face was covered in tears, and she was even hugging onto something tightly, causing his heart to sink. "Give it to me!"

Qiao Xinran immediately understood what he meant, but held the picture tighter: "Why? This is mine. "

"You are my woman, your things are all mine!"

Han Mo took a step forward and extended his hand to grab the photo. He raised it high, and was about to throw it onto the ground.

"How dare you! Han Mo, if you dare to break one, I will not let you go! " Her pair of large eyes were wide open, and there was a raging fire burning within them.

Who was Han Mo? Why would he be afraid of her threats? The more she said that, the more he was going to do it.

His movements only paused for a moment before he fell down once more.

With a "pa" sound, the glass on the photo frame shattered into pieces along with her heart.

Tears streamed down her face. She bit her lips and tried to brush away the fragments. However, she accidentally cut her finger when she tried to take out the photo.

"Hiss …" It was so painful that she sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Are you an idiot?" Han Mo could no longer bear to watch any further. Squatting down, he put her injured finger directly into his mouth.

In fact, he had already regretted it when he threw the photo to the ground.

Because he saw clearly that the person in the photo was from his family of four. At the beginning, he had really misunderstood her. He thought she was holding a photo of her ex-boyfriend and was trying to read him, which was why she was so angry.

His scalding tongue tightly wrapped around his injured finger. As he gently slid it around, he felt an itch in his heart and quickly pulled his hand away, "I …" It's none of your business! "

"Don't move!" He coldly reprimanded her, but pushed her hand away and carefully picked up the picture before placing it on the table.

"Do not touch anything that is dangerous in the future! "If you dare to get injured again, don't blame me for not warning you …"

"Eh?" She was at a loss and did not understand what he meant.

The blurry eyes looked at him and blinked, causing Han Mo's heart to soften for a moment, "I do not want you to get hurt, intentionally or not, it's not okay, do you understand?"

He's … What's wrong?

He actually said such strange words.

This day had been too abnormal. Starting from morning, he took the initiative to ask her to come down to eat, even brought her to buy new clothes, and even brought her home. And now, he had actually said such corny words …

As he thought of this, he lifted his hand and gently placed it on Tang Wulin's forehead. "There's no fever. Why are you talking nonsense all this time?" Did I really break it? Was there a concussion? "

Han Mo frowned slightly. Just as she was about to push away her hand and mock at him, he heard a soft voice from behind, "Young Master Mo, you're here. Sorry, I didn't … I hope I didn't disturb you? "

Qiao Xinran coldly snorted, her acting was really pitiful, didn't she come on purpose to be the light bulb?

But right then, Han Mo asked with an ignorant face, "What's wrong?"

Hmph, so what? Why has he never asked me so gently before? How disgusting, he was still fooled even though it was clearly such a clumsy excuse. Sure enough, he was the same as them!