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Thinking about this, Yan Zirong's lips curled up. Memories were always nice, but the reality was cruel. Qiao Zi'an already had a beauty by his side, so he didn't need her to stay by his side anymore. She had to forget about him as soon as possible.

"Rong, be careful of catching a cold!" TIff walked to Yan Zirong's side with a blanket and gently draped it over her shoulders