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It was already late at night by the time he got home from the bar.

Hoselin's footsteps became unsteady as he walked towards his room. When he passed by Jiang Qingyuan's room, he stopped.

The door was open.

Horselin leaned against the door, looking at the dark, cool room, and thinking, She, at last, left.

This time, he must have personally forced her away.

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