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... and desperation.
"Hua Jing."
But Hua Jing didn’t stop.
Her fists were clenched tightly, her face twisted in a mix of disbelief and outright disgust as she stomped forward. She didn’t want to hear another word from him. Not tonight. Not ever, if she could help it.
And yet, Zhao Yan persisted, trailing behind her like an unwanted shadow.
"Hua Jing, wait."
"Go away."
"Listen to me."
"I don’t want to!"
From afar, the scene was ...
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