pen doesn't hold ink, but milk, pure milk! Gu Yichan knew before that writing with milk on paper would leave no trace after a while, knowing it would only reappear when it encountered fire. 。br> As...Ke Xin, there are no babies here, he is not a baby. 。Gu Zhi walked forward, pointing at that nonexistent thing and talking to Cheng Ke Xin, but Cheng Ke Xin ignored Gu Zhi's words and directly pushed him away. 。Gu Chi, you are the child's father, how can you say that 。"The little darling's just standing right here, isn't he" Cheng Keixin said, pointing at the air, and then glared angrily at Gu Chi. 。Gu Chi was at a loss, not knowing what to say. 。Just when Gu Chi was trying to figure something out, he saw Cheng Luo running over in a hurry. 。After greeting each other, Cheng Luo asked about the current situation. 。Those around him, seeing nothing more to behold, dispersed one by one. Gu Chi then began to tell Cheng Luo about what had just happened. 。"The body actually wasn't Mengbao's, but Keixin wouldn't listen to me now and insisted on saying that." 。Now that things have come to this, I don't know what to do. 。Gu Chi looked at Cheng Ke Xin, who was still restless and agitated, his brow furrowed with concern. 。"Remember that therapist you showed her last time, let's go see him." 。Cheng Luo, listening to Gu Chi's words, felt that there was no other way at the moment. 。en if she couldn't find Gu Wang, at least she had to try. The highest level of caring for someone is probably remembering him hopelessly no matter what you do, and wanting to fill every place he has...