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... irectly carried Ji Sang into the car, buckled her seatbelt without a word, started the engine, and the moment after the car began to move, he floored the gas pedal.
The man’s face looked terrible, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, veins bulging on his pale knuckles. From Ji Sang’s angle, she could see him clenching his teeth, his jawline tight and strained.
Ji Sang pursed her pale lips, aware that this long-awaited gathering had been ruined by her again. Subconscious ...
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