Seeing that Xichengshi seemed to be a little contemptuous of his request, Baiwu Godzi couldn't help but speak and stressed.

"Not an ordinary donut?"

Xicheng style cannot understand the meaning of the words of the White Mist Godzi.

Under his puzzled gaze, the God of White Mist took a deep breath.

She turned her eyes back to the butter paper in her hand, and a tone similar to sigh ejaculation from her mouth:

"Just because the donuts here taste the most like the mother made."

“…” Xicheng style.

So that's it.

Xicheng Style finally understood.

Why is the little girl, Baiwu Shenzi, so obsessed with the sweets like donuts, and even traveled all over Tokyo 23rd District.

It turns out that there are still residues left in the memory after being swallowed by the white mist.

"I have forgotten almost the same thing about my mother's affairs. So is my father's affairs."

The fingers of the White Mist Godson clenched the butter paper into wrinkles:

"My mind has always been empty."

"If I don't think about anything and think about the past, I will definitely be very happy."

The son of Baiwu turned his back to Xicheng style and wiped his face cleanly with his sleeves.

If you look weak in front of your peers... and your life-saving benefactor, it would be too embarrassing.

Xicheng style looked at the back of the Godzi Baiwu and did not speak.

He just acts as the listener.

"But I don't want to forget."

"I really don't want to forget!"

The son of Baiwu tightly pinched the butter paper and half-beared up.

Her slender body accumulates strength.

Just like in many Japanese dramas, the male and female protagonists yell at the empty mountains and lands, venting pressure.

The White Mist Godson shouted in a weak voice:

"I really don't want to forget!!!"

But even this little sound.

It was soon suppressed by a loud noise.

Xicheng style raised his head.

Just as the son of the White Mist said.
Chapter completed!