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... lipped and the milk spilled with a plop.
There was no time to wipe her hand and she rushed out of the room right away.
Outside her room, Sheng Yize had a bag over his shoulder and was talking to Papa An in a low voice.
An Xiaxia trotted toward him. “Sheng Yize, where are you going?”
Was he leaving? Was he leaving her?
An Xiaxia felt a fist clutch around her heart.
Before, she had always thought that she was being forced to be Sheng Yize ...
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