"What else do you want?"
"It's ... A memento," Mu Yuan said and smiled slightly."When I'm old and wear reading glasses, I'll open it and take a look."
Mother mu was stunned. She looked at the two boxes and said with difficulty,"okay."
Mu Yuan moved the two large boxes to the storeroom.
Every room in the MU family had a cloakroom and a storage room. Mu Yuan did not have many things to begin with, so he could fit them all in. Mu Yuan closed the door, and after tidying up these things, his bedroom suddenly became much emptier.
He then thought of the tattoo on his inner thigh.
If there was no mark at all, the tattoo would also be washed off.
Tattoo ... Forget it.