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... en Xin sat in a dimly lit private room, facing a man in a black shirt. The man had his sleeves rolled up to his arms, holding a cigarette between his fingers.
“When do you plan to go back to M Continent? It’s been two years since you’ve been there.”
After what felt like a long silence, the man’s hoarse voice slowly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
Wen Xin hung her head low, fiddling with her injured hand. After about two minutes of silence, ...
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