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... Ying on the sofa had her eyes closed, legs crossed, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the window pane. She pulled her light-colored knitted shawl around herself a little tighter and hugged her arms.
The sofa sunk down next to her as the man's aggressive aura enveloped her, his cold cologne oddly matched the weather today, and Qiao Ying couldn't help but tug the corners of her lips into a faint smile.
The barely discernible smile went unnoticed by him.
Qin Hanyu ...
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