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... sentful women had long come to an unspoken consensus: when Zhao Changhe woke up, they would leave him hanging. If he wanted affection, he would have to beg for it. Whoever gave in first was the fool.
Piaomiao, of course, was not about to let herself be mocked behind her back. She had always assumed she could keep her distance with ease—watch him grovel, maybe even enjoy the sight a little.
But when she actually saw him again, all those three decades of pent-up longing surged forw ...
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