how a stallion is made

Zhao Lanting was the first to find Tantai Shuhe. She stood in front of him holding an umbrella, without saying a word.

"Huh? Has the rain stopped?"

"wrong……"

"It's still raining."

Zhao Lanting bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making a sound, then put down her umbrella and turned to leave.

Zhao Lanting: Why...do you deliberately pretend that you don't know me?However, it is impossible for a proud person like him to admit that this filthy and hopeless person belongs to the Eight Worthy King who used to be so glorious?

The Eighth Wise King died, and from then on, there would be no such person no matter in the world.

The rain was pattering, Chu Lingxiao didn't bring an umbrella, he walked quietly in front of Tantai Shuhe, wearing a thin white coat.

"Come with me."

"Little Black..."

"Come with me."

"Little Heihei..."

Chu Lingxiao sighed, leaned over and hugged Tantai Shuhe who was curled up into a ball.I don't know what he has experienced in these years, but he is so light, so light that he can easily lift him above his head with one hand.

"Don't—dirty!"

"It's okay."

Zhao Lanting's umbrella was left behind, and the empty street, when Xiao Yiyue came, only saw this - nothing.

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I am sorry.