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Even though his head was slightly raised, there were still tears that quietly rolled down his cheeks. Sensing the existence of tears, Chen Jiahe smiled bitterly and used his pinky finger to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry!" Chen Jiahe looked at the ceiling and read softly. He apologized to himself and to Yan Zirong, and even more so to Qiao Zi'an, who was in prison