The Little Demon King unwrapped his gifts with a lack of enthusiasm.
Although this birthday was not much different from the previous ones, both mother and son felt as if something was missing. Therefore, the evening lacked the lively atmosphere typical of birthdays and felt colder than ever before.
Unable to resist drowsiness, the Little Demon King nibbled on a few bites of cake, removed his birthday hat, and went to sleep.
Mo Qiansu looked at the forlorn figure lying in the bed and felt full of guilt. With a sigh, she settled her son and then returned to her own room.
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In the vastness of the bedroom, Mo Qiansu hugged her knees and curled up on the bed.
At this moment, even the air felt so quiet it was unnerving.
Mo Qiansu couldn't understand why Gu Xuanye's attitude toward her had suddenly turned cold. She could feel that these past few days he didn't seem to be away on business, but rather seemed to be avoiding her.
Love always made people fear gain and loss.
