She turned around and strode out.
And this time he had no reason to let her stay.
The dining room returned to quiet and became particularly deserted, but the contours of Mo Shichen’s face were only getting tighter and tighter, and his face was gloomy and indifferent, and there was no time for relief.
Wen Yi came out of the house, his steps on the cobblestones gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.
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