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... he future.” Ye Shengge hung up the phone with a smile.
Qing ‘er took a deep breath, put the phone back into her arms, turned around, and ran back. It was about seven or eight o ‘clock in the evening, but there were not many people on the street. There were only cheers coming from the bar in the distance. Qing’ er missed ah Zhen’s arms more than she had ever felt in the cold night wind.
When she reached the end of the street, she turned right, and after crossing another road, she woul ...
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