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... tching smell, she sometimes thought of the gorgeous spring night, and sometimes thought of the soft wind and drizzle.
Bai Xin's voice is white and drifting, fragile, desolate, and pitiful.
"Where?" Cheng Jiqing kept himself calm.
It wasn't until she finished asking that she remembered that she should push the person away.
Thinking about it, but not doing it right away.
She heard Bai Xin say slowly: "I feel uncomfortable."
Cheng Jiqing's heart skipped a b ...
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