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... out with a cello on her back, pushing a large 28-inch suitcase. He frowned slightly, hurried inside the building to take her suitcase, weighed it and said, "Why didn’t you let me come up to get you?"

Su Wan smiled and adjusted the cello strap slipping off her shoulder, "It’s just one floor, I can handle it."

As he carried the suitcase down the stairs, he unlocked the trunk and said, "As your boyfriend, nothing makes me happier than you relying on me for everything."

Su Wa ...

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