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Ye Qing’s emotions were roiling beneath his pupils, and it was evident he was trying to control himself.
Jiang Yan offered a faint smile and gave him a comforting look. “I… I’m okay.”
“That’s good,” Ye Qing’s lips pursed as he averted his gaze from her face.
“Whoo—” With a low whistle, the train began to move forward.
The window was open, leaving a gap of a meter or two between it and the chiseled cliffside.
As the train sped up, cold wind whistled in. ...
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