The little girl lifted her face from her sister Liu Juan's soft chest and belly in surprise, and obediently comforted her: "Sister Juan, it's okay, it's okay, it's all over."
Liu Juan patted her head, "It's my fault."
Cheng Shuang understood this instantly, without Liu Juan needing to say it explicitly.
All the companions they care about are here. The one who can make Liu Juan feel guilty must be the plastic coach who did so much for her—Chaoyang.
“It not only gave me a return ticket, but also said something to me.” Liu Juan’s tone was light but heavy. “It said that all the answers were on the roof.”
After saying that, Chaoyang froze, turning into a real plastic figure in front of Liu Juan, showing no signs of life.
“Those plastic cleaners smashed it up and took it away!” Du Lanshan exclaimed.
Liu Juan was completely speechless; she was already holding Cheng Shuang, tears streaming down her face.
Cheng Shuang looked at the woman who was crying incessantly, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the tears from her face.
Who could have imagined that, even with the ability to assimilate, Chaoyang would still realize that the woman he fell in love with at first sight was not one of his kind, and even sacrifice himself for this relationship?
No one believed that Chaoyang was unaware of the consequences of saying those words, yet it did so without hesitation.
"Do homeless people really have no feelings?" Even Du Lushu couldn't help but wonder.
Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes, recalling several homeless people she had encountered in the realm of death.
Class monitor Qianyu and her other identities—Su Qingyu, the Cheng brothers, and Tian Sanlang—none of them seem heartless.
You could say they have feelings, but those feelings are more or less directed towards their own people, or they're just full of obsession and madness.
unless……
"Aren't plastic people homeless?!" Cheng Shuang and Sun Han exclaimed in unison.
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