She was still thinking if she had seen wrongly. That wasn't him, it wasn't him.
"Old Xuxu, teacher Xuxu isn't you, it's not you, right Xuxu?"
How could this be? how could this be? they were clearly two different people. How could this be?
"Mumu."
The two words floated out of his lips like a ghost's whisper, but unexpectedly, there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
The tears at the corner of an MU's eyes trembled, and they finally slid down.
Two lines of tears slid down her face. Looking at his figure slowly approaching, an mu kept trying to retreat, but her limbs were restrained. She could not move or struggle at all. She was like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be cut.
Mumu.
An mu, this name, in this foreign country, only he knew. She only told him because that was her original, most real name.
It really was him.
