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Qin Zhao made a phone call to him, then realized his phone was still in the room.
In the garden below, Chu Yan sat beside the woodland path, holding his cat. His hand absentmindedly stroked the orange cat in his arms.
His long, dark eyelashes drooped slightly, casting shadows beneath his eyes. His handsome face was paler than usual, and his expression was wrapped in gloom and loss.
"Will Qin Zhao come looking for us?"
"Miao Miao, meow."
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