After a hug, Ye Mo opened the door and left.
Mo Xiaodie stood there blankly for a few minutes before closing the door.
It was hard to say whether he was happy or sad.
Or rather, it was a mixture of sadness and joy.
After this youth left, the two of them would never have such interactions again.
This was a sad thing.
Finally, she got a hug from this young man.
Even if he had to beg for it.
Thinking of this, he felt a little happy.
She wasn't qualified to have such beautiful feelings, but at least she had been infinitely close to them.
After closing the door, she went into a daze for a while and unknowingly walked to the room Ye Mo had been staying in for the past two days.
Mo Xiaodie sat on the edge of the bed and brushed her hand across the sheets. There was still the warmth left by Ye Mo.
She suddenly bent down and pressed her face against the pillow.
In the same space, at a different time, they had met.
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