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... ming with emotion, as if clinging to life by a thread without dying. Ying Haoyang glanced at the person on the couch and switched the music to the nightclub’s signature energetic beats.
Fu Yan slightly frowned, pinching the glass, lifting his head and pouring a gulp of alcohol into his stomach.
"I mean, we haven’t seen each other since college graduation, why are you in such a state as soon as we get in touch?"
"What, I can’t rock the brooding, handsome guy vibe?"
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