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Si Chen caressed Tong Yao’s hair, asking in a soft voice, "Did you remember his face clearly?"
Tong Yao nodded, "I do."
The insomniac Han Enzhen said, "I remember as well, I can sketch his face - I’m an Art student."
Hearing this, Fu Yiheng responded, "So you study Art, no wonder you seem soft and weak."
It’s a pity he’s a man, if he were a woman, he wouldn’t be holding a scalpel but a paintbrush.
Just as Han Enzhen was ...
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