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... nce? Or had they been trying to reach me this whole time?
I checked and saw dozens of missed calls. Made sense—my phone’s battery drained fast, and none of their calls hit when it had power.
This one was from my little brother, Yang Yunhan. He’s the “new model” my parents raised after I turned out to be a disappointment. Not much younger than me, though.
I went to answer but froze. I wasn’t the old me anymore. My voice had changed—anyone close would notice.
Who wa ...
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