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He could even use it to hold Su Zhenyu's left hand. Under the light of the setting sun, while walking on the small path, he could also use it to stroke his precious son's adorable face, although he couldn't use it to produce a work that would satisfy him later on.

Qiao Xi tightened her grip on her left hand. She felt that as long as she lived, there was hope. In any case