n his arms, so docile and unbelievable, allowed him to do whatever he pleased. He didn't want to admit that his empty body was constantly screaming for her, but now holding her, his body felt like it...isn't Xiaolang’s son, but he is also Xiaolang’s son. He came so coincidentally, just as Xiaolang left, he came. He is Xiaolang’s son. Don’t cry, if you cry and ruin your eyes, who will accompany Youyo...