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... lack coat, iron gray suit, matching waistcoat, and a white shirt, exuding an imposing aura.
Jin Jumo’s nose inexplicably tingled, but her eyes filled with a hint of a smile, "Mr. Rong."
Her usually sweet and gentle voice was now severely hoarse.
Rong Mochen’s frown deepened as he opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace, his broad hand gently stroking her hair, "It’s all over now."
Jin Jumo said nothing, obediently nestling against his chest.
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