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... uld tell Ling Chuxia was hiding something from her. But Ji Xinxin also knew Ling Chuxia’s personality. She was no longer the straightforward girl from three years ago, who wore everything on her face. Over these three years, she had deliberately suppressed herself, swallowing any grievance or sadness. If she didn’t want to talk about something, pushing her would be useless.
Ji Xinxin pouted, lazily leaning back against the sofa and grabbing a cushion to hug in front of her. Thinking back ...
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