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... r hesitate.

So, with his thin lips slightly parted, his voice carried a trace of gentleness, “Gu Qiaoqiao, let’s live our lives well together from now on.”

His clear, captivating voice, like the brows of a cold, distant mountain star, was tender and lingering with an imperceptible hint of affection.

Especially those eyes, seemingly gathering all the stars in the sky.

They tinted this spring afternoon with a heart-throbbing hue.

But to Gu Qiaoqiao, these wo ...

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