Black Lotus Steals White Moonlight [Rebirth]

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While fighting for power and profit, while indifferent to Mingzhi, it's just a sanctimonious and hypocritical attitude!

Bai Anan's eyes flickered slightly, pretending to be puzzled: "Sister Fairy, what does this mean?"

Mu Tianyin looked at the girl's immature face and paused for a moment: "You will understand later."

Bai An'an didn't want to talk ruthlessly to her, so she just wanted to pretend to be pitiful, so that Mu Tianyin would take pity on her more.

So he deliberately changed the subject and said, "Actually, An'er understands everything."

Mu Tianyin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "What do you know?"

Bai An'an's thick and dense eyelashes drooped, shadows fell on the eyelids, covering the emotions in the eyes: "Because in Sister Cuiyan's heart, Mr. Wen is an important person."

"That's why she is willing to wrong herself for Mr. Wen."

"An'er is also true. Taozi, sister Cuiyan, and mother are all important." After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked downcast and dejected, "But they don't seem to think so."

"An'er feels like she's getting farther and farther away from them." She curled up into a ball, her small hands stroking her chest, her face full of confusion.

That little expression that seems to be abandoned by the whole world is so pitiful.

She puts those people first, but those people are not.

Mu Tianyin sighed softly, no matter how much she said, the little girl would not understand, so she just kept silent.

The two were relatively speechless.

Bai An'an was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her face, took a peek at Mu Tianyin, and said in a low voice, "Actually, sister fairy is also very important to An'er!"

She held Mu Tianyin's hand, the small palm was not half the size of the other's, with short fingers, very cute.

She held Mu Tianyin tightly with her tiny hands, and stared at her earnestly, as if she was saying something: "An'er is also willing to do what Sister Cuiyan did to Young Master Wen, even if she is wronged, it doesn't matter!"

Mu Tianyin stared at her for a while, then hummed lightly after a long time.

The days passed by like running water, and in the blink of an eye, Bai Anan's stature has grown a lot.

She is 13 years old, and although her figure is still thin, her exquisite face can no longer be concealed.

In the cardamom age, two years later, it will be Jiji's age.

Bai An walked outside the cheap mother's room and heard the voice of the host.

You don't need to eavesdrop to know what the two are talking about.

She was bored playing with the tassels hanging from her waist, and her fingers were tangled with white tassels.

The door opened with a creak, and the headmaster raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw her standing at the door.

Bai Anan saluted her timidly, and heard the voice of the cheap mother coming from the room.

"Is it Ann? Come here..."

Bai An'an blessed the headmaster again, and after the other party nodded, he slowly walked into the room.

There is very little furniture in the bedroom, only a round table with a few low stools, and a mahogany bed.

Bai Anan walked to the bed, her eyes fell on the red curtain.

The bright red curtain is embroidered with pictures of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the mahogany bed is covered with this red curtain, which looks like a wedding room.But because it is dark red, it looks a little weird.

The cheap mother was lying on the bed, her bones erect, and the red veil was covering her head, but she couldn't hide the dead look on her face.

She was sick, very sick.

Bai Anan lay tearfully on the side of her bed, heartbroken and desperate for her: "Mother, your illness will definitely recover."

Most of the illnesses that the Firework Girl suffers from are unspeakable.

Recently, the doctor who was willing to treat them returned to his hometown, and he didn't know when he would come back.

The cheap mother twitched her lips and sneered: "You don't need to comfort me, I know how many days I have left."

She withdrew her eyes and stared blankly at the bed curtain, as if she could see an unknown distance through the bed curtain: "If I hadn't been playful, hadn't begged my father to take me to the lantern festival, and hadn't met him, how wonderful it would be... ..."