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... ago, before that, he used to hold her hand so freely, wandering everywhere.
It’s already been eight years...
Feng Chengjin’s brows and eyes distant, perhaps the memories are so beautiful, recalling them makes him unconsciously smile a bit more.
Gu Zixuan watched, squinting her eyes slightly in cold observation.
The car drove onto the road, paused for a moment, and Feng Chengjin asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, I have."
"Oh, we’ll pass by a p ...
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