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... w what sadness or sorrow was.
Perhaps having experienced hardship and life-and-death situations, she now appeared more composed, peaceful, and had a better outlook than before.
"Jasmine Yale, don’t be so sarcastic." Sylvan Cheney looked at her, holding a wine glass with his fingers. "You want me to be your child’s uncle? It’s not impossible. Work well, and I’ll agree to it."
"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale gazed at his earnest and calm demeanor, nearly bursting into laughter, but she ...
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