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... he sensed that the atmosphere was amiss.
Young Miss sat on the bed with disheveled hair. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was stained with tears, like a pitiful child who had been bullied and cried.
He looked at his young master carefully. Perhaps it was because the light in the room was a little dim, but he felt that his young master’s face was inexplicably a little dark.
Zhou Linghuai glanced at him indifferently.
Chang An immediately straightened hi ...
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