Aunt Ivy: "It's still in the closet, untouched."
There was the smell of Riley Chu on it. Aunt Ivy didn't dare to clean it casually. She put Chacha back into the cradle and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."
The suit jacket was in tatters, and the mottled dried blood had turned black, lifeless and dazzling.
After a few days of evaporation, the smell of white camellia tea was already very weak, but just such a hint of smell aroused Avery Qin's sensitive nerves.
His body trembled and he rummaged for something in his inner pocket with trembling fingers.
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