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Chi Ao walked to Xia Chuyi's side and saw that her fingers were groping for the mottled cuts on the desk. Her white and tender fingers kept rubbing over and over again on the cuts. He was worried that thorns would hurt Xia Chuyi's hand and hold her hand.

"It's fine, these have all been sharpened by grandpa long ago."

Xia Chuyi knew what Chi Ao was thinking and explained.

After saying that