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Zhou Bai looked at Xie Lang in shock.

Translate this sentence, isn’t it—Chen Yu is my salvation/my light, isn’t this kind of literary and artistic words exploding?

Is Chen Yu so special?

Zhou Bai couldn't hold back, and asked the puzzlement, "Why Chen Yu? Does it have to be him?"

Xie Lang still focused on the small Chen Yu on the playground, watching his every move.

This club is doing exercises, and Chen Yu obviously doesn't know how to do them. He turns his head left and right, peeking at the people next to him, trying hard to keep up with their rhythm with his hands, but every time he is half a beat behind.

very hard.

Also cute.

"Well, it must be him."

Only him.

As for why.

Xie Lang lowered his eyes, remembering that day in the small garden, Chen Yu trotted back from the grocery store, carrying two bags of Buerjia, sweating a little on his nose, panting slowly.

Then looked at him with bright, pure eyes, and apologized to him again very sincerely and solemnly.

That day, he also discovered that Chen Yu didn't live entirely in the sun, but also had haze.

However, Chen Yu is still like light.

It is the most dazzling light at noon.

Chen Yu seemed to be walking on the sun.

Every step, a big sun can be stepped out, it is too simple, too pure, it can be seen through at a glance, so commendable.

What's more, Chen Yu was the first to discover his secret.

And he also discovered Chen Yu's secret.

It doesn't matter who the current Chen Yu is, whether it's Chen Yu or not, how strange and bizarre it is, it doesn't matter.

He is his little fish.

enough.

"You must tell me the reason." Xie Lang turned his head, his pupils were pitch-black, as if they couldn't see any light, his expressionless eyes fell on Zhou Bai, his voice was ethereal and cold, "He made me feel that I can continue alive."