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... ping it in a stillness.
Wei Wenqiang was about to ask something when Qian Qiangyu leaned in gently towards Li Yidao, his voice tinged with sorrow and laced with traces of both resignation and longing.
“Is she… here?” he softly inquired.
The emotion in his voice seemed to carry a deep sense of sadness, and perhaps even a glimmer of affection, as discerned by his eyes.
This bold thought briefly stunned Li Yidao, who chose to observe in silence rather than respond immedi ...
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