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White and thin, like a little girl. "

"It's the same now." Fu Cizhou added.

"If you don't want to hear others call you Zhu Yu, then treat that 'Yu' as the 'fish' of the Little Mermaid."

Zhu Yu was taken aback, and slowly moved his face away from Fu Cizhou's shoulder.

"However, it's not the little mermaid's fish that others call."

"I'm calling," Fu Cizhou raised his hand and lifted the heavy windproof curtain of the hospital, and strode into the warm sunshine outside, "I want you to wish fish? Or a small fish?"

The noon sun was shining brightly, making Zhu Yu squint his eyes.

His feet were wrapped in Fu Cizhou's palm in the next second, with dry and gentle warmth.

"Although I don't understand why you reject your own name, as long as you say it, things will always get better."

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't hide it. If you don't talk about your own discomfort, it will involve others."

Zhu Yu's nasal cavity was sore, and he asked him in a low voice: "Is it involving you?"

Fu Cizhou squeezed his instep hard, and said with a smile, "What do you think?"