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... draft. Her heart was all warm. How could this fisherman be so thoughtful? She closed her eyes again and inhaled the rose petal perfume from the quilt, her mind fluttering.

She resisted for a long time, then finally had to get up and get dressed. It was cold, but a new bride couldn’t just laze about in bed all day. Actually, she had a little idea. She wanted to see what Song Yuming was doing.

She gingerly stepped out of bed, toeing as lightly as she could, not wanting to disturb ...

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