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... er heart was already cold.
She walked to the dining table and tried her best to ignore what Zuo Hancheng had just said. Then, she sat down at the dining table.
Actually, she had no appetite. Although the bread was still black and charred like yesterday and did not look good, Anhao did not want to say anything too willfully. After all, this was the fruit of Zuo Yue’s labor.
He placed a piece of bread on the plate in front of him, but he didn’t touch it with jam or eat it. ...
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