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... ng San remained silent.
Miss Si’s online friends were no ordinarypeople.
How come this seemingly ordinary uncle didn’t seem like an ordinaryperson either?
In the hotel, Si Fuqing was embroidering a grand landscape of rivers and mountains.
Suddenly, the door was thrust open.
Nian Tingchu staggered a few steps inside, failing to steady himself, he collapsed to the ground.
His lips moved, his throat as if blocked, he managed, “Qingqing…”
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