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Zhou Ruoyan thought that she would get a response from Soong Ci, but she didn't expect it to be so depressing.

His fingers continuously clenched, and the silk handkerchief in his hand was cut out by the sharp nails into threads. It was no longer smooth as it had been at the start.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Ruoyan asked in a low voice, her lips trembling in disbelief