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Chapter 239 Chronicle of Sanatorium

In her bits and pieces of memory, Mo Nanyan was just a pervert with a good skin, who did all kinds of evil, and twisted in his heart. Although he was a little clever, he was not capable of it. . . . . .

Mo Zishu, who rolled herself up, blinked, and she tapped her forehead, she was really spoiled by Howard, didn't she still have a soul in her body, okay, why don't I remember!
She sank her heart, unfolded her soul, and her consciousness leaped to the deepest point. In the center of the soul, there was a girl curled up, surrounded by a thorough heart lake. The heart lake was bottomless, as if reflecting the sky and the earth .

"Nanyan."

Mo Zishu tapped her toes.

Hearing her name, Mo Nanyan slowly raised her head, her eyes that should have been chaotic were clear, she hugged a half-worn doll, and smiled at the woman occupying her body.

"You are here."

Mo Nanyan is good-looking, and when he is not arrogant, he always makes people feel a little soft-hearted.

Due to years of frowning eyebrows, this little girl who is not yet an adult has a deep mark between her eyebrows, and this indifferent look is indeed worthy of her pretty and almost deserted appearance.

"You are not what I thought."

Mo Zishu stared at the downcast little girl, jumped up to her, and sat down without hesitation.

"What should I be?" Mo Nanyan raised a small arc of his mouth, a little surprised: "Yelling and cursing in your soul, beating and screaming, and finally waiting for you to come over in a state of embarrassment. The spurned Miss Shijia is regretting and annoyed here, and wants to scratch your skin and cramps here."

"you know what I mean."

"Phew." Mo Nanyan let out a breath, and she looked at the alluring woman in front of her with complicated eyes. She and her are completely different types. She lives recklessly, but she has to be spurned by everyone. the wicked
"It's so tiring to live like that, and I don't want to."

Mo Zishu waited patiently for Mo Nanyan's words. She had some absurd thoughts in her heart, but at this moment, she grasped the slightest clues, which coincided with that absurd conclusion.

"I was born with a bad heart." Mo Nanyan kicked back the words, his eyes were slightly red: "Do you know why?"

Mo Zishu frowned, and waited silently for the next sentence. She noticed that there was a familiar belt around the waist of the palm-sized rag doll in Mo Nanyan's hand. That pattern was only worn by the head of the Mo family, and it symbolized status.

"because of you."

"Because you have a bad heart, so I must have a bad heart."

"I am your body." Mo Nanyan hugged the baby in her arms tightly, she choked up and said, "If the Patriarch didn't need a container for his sister to come back, then I wouldn't be broken soon after I was born Aperture."

"You..." Could it be a matter of the flow of time, she was so busy thinking that her heart should have been broken just a day ago.

"Then, because of the same silver spiritual power as yours, I will completely die in the family strife."

Mo Zishu's face was dumb, and she raised Mo Nanyan's chin, gently wiped away the little girl's tears, and comforted Miss Mo's tears rolling down her face a little unexpectedly.

"I, if I weren't for you." Mo Nanyan threw herself into the woman's arms, and couldn't hold back the tears she had endured for more than ten years. Her extreme grievances finally surged out, and she cried bitterly: "I have long been If you die, you won't even have a chance to be born."

(End of this chapter)