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Russia, Moscow.

He seemed to be waiting for something. Three days ago, Xia Yuyan left without coming back, and just like that, he left like that. No one knew what he was thinking, but he leaned back, firmly leaning on the back of the chair. There was a pen between his fingers, and his purple eyes looked a bit loose and decadent, it was a kind of crazy, bloodthirsty beauty.

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