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However, Hua Feiruo nodded without asking further and walked out.

Watching Hua Feiruo leave, Easily, his eyes dimmed. He walked to the wine shelf, took out a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for himself. Ever since Wen Zhixia died, he had been insomniac.

Perhaps only when he was drunk would he be able to think about Wen Zhixia peacefully