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... as actually their first. Upon entering, they first met the parents. They had disdainful expressions on hearing that Qin Zhiyou was coming.

Qin Zhigu took her for a stroll in the garden, where she heard Qin Zhiyou speaking on the phone. It had been almost two months since their first encounter. As late autumn approached, the weather was turning cold. Qin Zhiyou was leaning against a maple tree in the yard, babbling on, his gaze slightly melancholy as he looked up at the red maple leaves. ...

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