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... ging Ji Sang to a room.
Ji Sang just stood there, stunned.
The room was decorated in Yang Jun’s favorite style, but what was placed in the center was her own memorial portrait.
Ji Sang stood and watched for a very, very long time until she finally stepped forward and knelt down.
It seemed as though there was so much she wanted to say, but she didn’t know how to start. The flowers on the table were the daffodils that Yang Jun liked most, still adorned with dew from ...
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