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... r misunderstanding for Qi Huan.

He pulled Qi Huan into his arms, caressed her soft, silky hair, and said deeply, "If I could, I wouldn't want to be away from you for a moment."

Qi Huan responded silently, her arms wrapped around his lean waist, her face pressed against his chest, quietly listening to his strong heartbeat.

There was still some time until next spring, so they decided to cherish the present, every day they could stick together.

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As the end o ...

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