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... reply. It was almost half past twelve. Maybe he fell asleep long ago, she thought.
But a cold knot was tightening in the pit of her stomach; that feeling of unease was now even stronger.
Xiaojue never used to be like this—no matter how late, he would always reply to her text messages shortly after receiving them. But today, she hadn’t received any reply.
The phone rang again, but it wasn’t from Huang Xiaojue.
"Miss, it’s pointless to keep trying to please your mot ...
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