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... inexplicably stopping in his tracks, and looked back.
Empty.
Yan Yu was no longer following behind him.
He squinted into the distance, barely able to see her somewhat rounded silhouette.
She had actually walked away.
.
That night, he cooked himself some pasta, mixing in a few beans. Yet eating it felt impossible.
But his stomach was still uncomfortably hungry.
Annoyed, he walked to the fridge, opened it, and looked around. Most item ...
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