"Why don't you guys chat? It doesn't feel right for me to stand in the middle." Jiang Li understood everything from their conversation, so he took the initiative to speak.
"No," Mo Ling hugged Jiang Li's slender waist, "Waiter of the Holy Library, you can't abandon me."
Jiang Li trembled all over when Mo Ling hugged him, and subconsciously reached out to push her away, but her next words made Jiang Li stop.
"I can't abandon..."
Jiang Li's expression was gloomy as he stood in front of Mo Ling.
"I'm too lazy to talk to you," Mo Jingchun didn't intend to continue discussing her second-year syndrome with his sister, but picked up a rag from the bucket beside him and threw it to Mo Ling.
"Since you've met me, help your brother clean up."
"Oh." Mo Ling lowered her head, pouting her pink lips, looking very aggrieved.
Mo Ling's appearance was seen clearly by Jiang Li who was standing next to her.
Even though it was the first time she met Mo Ling, and even though what she said was strange and Jiang Li couldn't understand most of it, she couldn't help but smile at Mo Ling, a smile she didn't even notice.
The smile was fleeting, but was caught by Mo Jingchun who just turned his head to urge him.
A relaxed smile appeared on the girl's usually silent face, and the Tyndall effect formed a faint halo around her. In Jiang Li's faint smile, Mo Jingchun felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
This familiar feeling once again surged into Mo Jingchun's heart after many years.
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