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... ended, and once she returned to the dormitory.
Song Anjing grabbed Qin Xin’s hand: "Xinxin, Q Emperor’s exhibition, can you come with me, please?"
Qin Xin was drawing on a sheet of white paper, covered in symbols that Song Anjing couldn’t understand.
She said indifferently, "Not going."
Song Anjing sipped her grapefruit-flavored milk, feeling wronged: "Xinxin, I promise you, if you go to the exhibition, I swear I’ll study every night till midnight, and I’ll swear ...
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