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Mu Mu Mu gently pressed his shaking knees and calves as he inquired.

”Mm …”

”Xuan, don't be afraid. ”I said that I would protect Xuan, protect the angels …”

As he spoke, he found two pieces of wood and pulled on them. He opened his sleeve, tore off strips of cloth, and fixed the splint. He tightened it without hurting the wound, carefully wrapping it in loops and finally tying it into a cute bow.

”This is the most beautiful butterfly knot I've ever seen in my life …”

Scintillating, smiling, in this dark deep valley fog rose up into a dazzling light, gentle and cool, yet also filled with extreme gentleness.

Mu Mu looked at Xuan's dirty blood clot. On his hair, there was a withered little wild flower. It had three petals, and they were purple in color. She was yellow and gave off a faint fragrance.

He reached his hand out and took it down, then came in front of Xuan, laughing along, ”This is the first time in my life that I've seen a flower on your head … ”So cute …”

”Hehe, are they really cute? ”I'm flattered.”

Xuan, he blinked.

”Hehe, of course …”

Wood and wood also blinked.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the two of them looked at each other and laughed, causing the birds in the field to flap their wings and fly into the air. A few gorgeous butterflies flew in the air, sprinkling glittering powder and dancing; a cluster of pink-white dandelions fluttered the snow-white umbrellas and scattered the seeds of hope everywhere …

”Wood, do you want to hear a song? ”I'll make a song for you on the spot …”

Xuan Wu gazed at the golden hue in front of him. It was a hazy, smiling scene, bright and clear like a gem soaking in a gushing spring.

”Sure, sure.”

Xuan's special voice had always been the best sleeping medicine.

”...”

I like you to be silent, like the wings of a bird, spinning in the most graceful arc.

When you listen from afar, my wings are the sound of nature, the sound of the babble.

I like you are quiet, like in the flowers play with the butterfly, dancing along the way.

When I stop at your arm, please don't be surprised, and don't be shy, because I'm used to staring at you.

I like you to be silent, the silent watch, like the brightest star in the night, bright and devout.

The white dandelion floating in the grass is my incarnation, endless, sowing the seeds of love.

I like you to be silent, just like this moment, without words, without action, without dodging.

As long as it was a kind of heart, a look, a smile...