And she could do nothing to help, able only to stay by her side as she gradually grew from an innocent little girl into an unreachable presence—growing step by step into someone whom everyone looked up to.
She was Doudou, yet she was no longer Doudou.
As for Haohao, he had grown much more reticent, burying himself in cultivation day and night without rest. He never spoke of why he drove himself so hard, but Bai Xining understood him in her heart.
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