After just talking for a while, Mu Chen was tired, but this time he didn't want to sleep.
"Sister, can we talk a little longer?" he said.
"Alright."
"I want to hear you talk about our childhood," Mu Chen said.
Mu Yan thought for a moment and smiled, "Chenchen was very brave when he was little. If someone bullied me, you would always rush to the front. Although you looked small and frail, your strength was unexpectedly great."
Mu Chen looked at the smile on her face, remembering the first time they met. She had just recovered from a serious illness and followed behind Xi Zhen Mom like a puppet, expressionless.
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, like a fairy, sacred and pure, so he didn't allow anyone to desecrate her.
"I remember you loved New Year the most when you were little because you could wear new clothes, and even though you were a boy, you were more vain than a girl." Mu Yan looked at him teasingly.
