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... ith a fresh glass of watermelon juice, Lu Ziye’s expression had already returned to normal, and he had changed into a new sweatshirt.
Lu Sheng didn’t know why Lu Ziye would self-harm.
Those scars were clearly not from a single occasion, and it was unlikely that they were only on his right arm.
All she knew was that she seemed to have inadvertently touched upon the real side of Lu Ziye that lay hidden beneath his perfect facade.
"It’s getting late, sweetie, go back ...
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