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Musheng returned home as night fell.
The September summer night was dry with a hint of stifling heat, enough to make one restless and irritable.
When Musheng opened the door, Mo Yao was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing pajamas, with an unnatural pallor on her face. Her hair was loose, and she was hugging her legs in a desolate pose that was truly heartbreaking.
Seeing Mo Yao like this, Musheng's brow furrowed, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yao, caught up in some affair, seemed to suddenly come back to her senses upon hearing her voice. She looked up at Musheng, her lips quivering, and after a long while, she spoke in a tone of despair, "My child has been taken away."
The entire living room fell silent, filled with an odd heaviness and an indescribable discomfort.
Mo Yao did not rush back, but instead sat there looking forlorn, which indicated that she knew who had taken away her child, and that person could only be Mu Ming.
