Where did he go? Could something have happened to him again? Pshaw, there's no way something could have happened. He was perfectly fine just now.
Wait, am I going in the wrong direction? The Little Prince is always very clean; he shouldn't be wandering around the house. If he is, could he have gone upstairs? That little rascal, I'll have to see what he's doing up there…
Thinking about it that way, it made sense. Wan'er quickened her pace a few steps, but after reaching the top of the stairs, she slowed down and tiptoed forward, climbing step by step...
"Yes, little sister, I knew you were smart, cute, and lively..." Whose voice is that? Could someone else be here? Not daring to go forward rashly, Wan'er stopped at the corner of the stairs. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, and after thinking about it for a moment, Wan'er was stunned.
It was him! Wan'er's ears perked up, and she suddenly remembered someone.
"Okay, send me your location, and I'll come find you right away." This time, he was even more certain; it was Hua Motian's voice.
Suddenly, she felt dizzy. Reaching out to brace herself against the wall, Wan'er slowly turned her head to look at the railing. There was no spiritual light around her; it was broad daylight, everything was peaceful. How could he be here? Or had she misheard…?
Suddenly feeling short of breath, Wan'er felt as if she was suffocating.
Her hands, holding the noodles, were trembling. "Mo Tian, is it really you? Or am I hallucinating?"
Her legs trembled slightly. She wanted to rush over immediately, but she was afraid of startling the other person. Wan'er's heart was filled with complicated emotions. She placed the bowl of noodles on the railing and, following the direction of the sound, slowly pushed open the bedroom door...
A delicate fragrance wafted over, and the little prince took a breath, his nostrils twitching.
Oh no, Wan'er is here. What should I do? Could she have heard what I said earlier...?
"Mo Tian, is that you?" The door opened, and the voice that had just spoken stopped abruptly.
With a loud "bang!", Wan'er saw the little prince lean back and leap off the bed. He turned to face her, his wide blue eyes staring at her.
He seemed slightly panicked, wondering if the prince would discover him. A wave of anxiety washed over the little prince.
At this moment, Wan'er's white cell phone was lying diagonally on the mattress to his right.
"Where's Mo Tian?" As she hurried toward the little prince, a hint of confusion and disappointment flickered in Wan'er's eyes, and she uttered those three words.
"Meow!" The little prince pretended to be oblivious, looking up at Wan'er and shaking his head repeatedly.
But in her heart, she wondered, who is Mo Tian? It sounds like a man's name. When did Wan'er meet such a person, and who is he...?
A pang of indescribable sorrow welled up in the little prince's heart, and he sighed inwardly, his eyes gradually turning mournful.
"I just heard your master's voice. Has he left? Did you see him come?" Wan'er asked, picking up the little prince as she looked around. She walked to the window and gazed at the vast mountains and fields outside, as if looking at something.
However, the mountains and fields were silent, without the slightest unusual sound or color.
A sense of emptiness washed over Wan'er. Her fingers pressed against the little prince's smooth fur, and she stood motionless by the window.
Why do you always come and go in such a hurry? Why can't I let you go in my heart? Are you a human or a ghost? You stole my heart, yet you won't stay for me. What did I, Ye Wan'er, do wrong? Or is all of this just my imagination...?
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