No one

But as soon as he heard the word "home" from Quilly, he instantly sobered up, a flicker of light in his eyes.

But there would always be children born within the Luna family who could bear the shade.

Quilly didn't rush to answer him. She deliberately picked a Van Gogh sunflower art brooch and pinned it to her heart. She looked at the impeccably beautiful woman in the mirror and hooked up a cool smile.

Like a cold mirror reflecting everything, yet nothing entered it. That immediately brought to his mind the scriptures the old lady would often mention—a single word, "emptiness."

Brayden Luna, although known as a waste within the Luna family, was at least privately intelligent enough to find a way to contact a "normal person." That alone indicated that Quilly wasn't simple.

Well, he had always been an anomaly within the Luna household, but it didn't hurt to remain unaware and comfortable.

The Luna family placed great importance on their of

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