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... they’re alone…

Li Wanran was no exception.

After throwing the wedding photo with Li Chongming onto the floor, she felt her long-tense nerves finally relax.

Her body suddenly felt drained of all energy as she slowly collapsed to the floor, completely devoid of her usual arrogance and poise.

But that state didn’t last long.

Suddenly, the ringtone of her phone rang out.

It came from the purse she had tossed onto the bed earlier.

The sound caug ...

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