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Chen Jiahe's grip on Yan Zirong clearly loosened. His face was ashen. He didn't look at Yan Zirong anymore and just slowly got down from the sofa.

"Jiahe, you know, there's no way there's going to be a result between us." Yan Zirong said in a low voice, her red eyes showing her guilt towards Chen Jiahe.

"Did you ever love me?" Chen Jiahe asked in a low voice