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... she still smelled a scent of women’s perfume on him…

“I’m here. How have you been lately?” Hao Yansen stood by the bed, his gaze lowering to fix on her, he began in a deep and muted voice, as if speaking to the most familiar stranger.

Mo Jun also lifted her gaze, looking at him with eyes calm and devoid of emotion, “I’m doing well, and the days are finally becoming fewer.”

Hao Yansen’s dark pupils flickered for a moment before he slowly took a seat on the bed’s edge, coa ...

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