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... ing Xiaoyu instinctively shrink her neck. She was just about to complain to Dongfang Mingyue about the cold outside when she noticed something amiss with the girl’s expression—Dongfang Mingyue’s eyes were downcast, long lashes casting faint shadows below. Her fingers were unconsciously clutching the dining spoon, turning her fingertips white.
"Miss, what’s wrong?" Xiaoyu leaned closer and asked softly.
Dongfang Mingyue’s voice was low, almost a whisper: "Two months ago... I dream ...
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