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Yan Xinxin lowered her head, murmuring to herself, as if she were pondering something.
The scent lingered—it was Yan Xinxin’s fragrance.
Over this period of time, he had become all too familiar with it.
"It tickles, Brother Xi."
Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but shrink her neck; now, she only had the memories of a six-year-old.
"Yuan, Brother Xi is so happy to see you again."
He whispered into her ear with delight.
"Brother Xi thought you ...
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