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[Mo Ran] Shizun. [Narrator] Mo Ran raised his head, His eyes rimmed with red. But he had already driven Chu Wanning to this state. He didn't want to consciously cry in front of Chu Wanning, And give him even more grief. So he bore the pain, Smiling as usual, His tone conversational and light. [Mo Ran] Let me count again. Pay attention to me. Okay? [Narrator] Upon being entreated like this, Chu Wanning felt that a knife had pierced his heart. Almost trembling with fear, he wanted to pull his hands away from Mo Ran's fingers. But this time, Mo Ran held him firmly, Not letting go for anything. The youth intently, slowly, Gazed at him without even blinking, With devotion like a dog's. [Mo Ran] One… Two…