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... ea, every May always brought continuous rain.
At dusk, as the drizzle subsided, the damp air was filled with a thin mist, and even the wild roses in front of the hotel seemed to soak up a sense of damp despondency.
Outside the private dining room in the rear garden, Li Qiao leaned against the wall of the rain corridor, looking at the handsome man who was prattling on in front of her, a trace of impatience flowing in her eyes.
"So, you understand, right? I'm not going to l ...
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