On the other side, Mu Chudi sits on the screen window, holding information and watching the rising sun quietly outside the window.

The sun shines slowly on her, like a golden glow, but the warm sunshine can't warm her.

Mu Chudi's mind has always been filled with the things described in these materials. The pictures, whether about Xia Ran or Huo Mu, make her feel heavy.

The mobile phone rang.

Mu Chudi glanced sideways and found that it was Xia Ran-ran who called. He rushed to the ground and walked quickly to pick up his cell phone.

The phone is connected.

"Xiaodi, where are you? I'm scared."

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