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... Yun fell silent for a while. The rain had already soaked his hair, blurring his vision as he watched Qiao Jing leave.
He clenched his fists tightly. The cold rainwater drenched not only his body but also his heart.
"What do you mean ’see it clearly’? I’ve already said, I don’t like Qiao Jing! How could I possibly like her?"
Why did he have to be like this?
What did Qiao Jing’s pregnancy have to do with him?
How could he possibly like Qiao Jing?
The ...
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