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The next day, sitting in the car, basking in the sun, Jiang Ai Xi closed her eyes lazily to rest.

Huo Yihao sat beside Jiang Aixi. He wasn't surprised by this arrangement, but he didn't expect her to say anything.

Was it because he didn't care anymore?

Her gaze fell on Jiang Aixi's hair, which was hanging down on her shoulders