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... d and hugged Wen Yao. Wen Yao was wearing her thick coat and hugged him softly.
There is a salty smell of roses in the air.
It seems to be the breath of rain, and it seems to be the breath of tears.
"..."
The broken light bulb in the corridor made everything look dim, and neither of them could see the other's expression clearly.
Wen Yao was sobbing silently, his shoulders still trembling.
"Wen Yao."
Jiang Shuyi heaved a sigh of relief, and gently ...
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