"How terrible it would be to waste time here for no reason."
Mò Lí let out a cold snort, as if she hadn't heard a thing, and turned away, muttering under her breath:
"I didn't beg him to run all this way just to speak up for me."
"He had to push himself forward to play the good guy."
Yet the movements of her hands grew much more earnest as she carefully studied the tree branches in front of her.
The scattered cluster of flowers was gradually being pruned into something dazzling beneath her fingers.
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