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... ast eight thirty in the evening. The city was lit up with lively hustle and bustle in all directions.
The early spring evenings were getting warmer, and winter jasmine was blooming on both sides of the street. The breeze spread their fragrance to Qin Zhi’ai.
Qin Zhi’ai’s emotions were stirred up by what Lu Bancheng had said at dinner. She stood at the entrance of the subway station for a few moments with her purse in her hands. Instead of walking into the station, though, she walked ...
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