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... ng had faded by the time they were "crazy."
At half past nine, Mu Qiu finally received a call from her parents.
She sat on the sofa on the first floor, speaking in a low voice, her smooth hair draped down, covering half of her side face. Her sitting posture was perfectly normal, well-behaved, making her appear excessively quiet and peaceful.
Cheng Zhirang stood in the open kitchen, lowering his head to slice winter melon. In the pot beside him, bubbles were gently bubblin ...
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