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Han Xi had just woken up, finally having a morning where she could sleep in, but Fang Zhou’s reaction seemed a bit much.
She turned her head and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Her voice was gentle, like freshly harvested cotton in autumn—soft and without edges.
In that moment, Fang Zhou felt as if he had been transported back to two years ago, when he was still working at Han Xi’s company and they were about to head out together.
The usually strong and independen ...
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