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Under the flickering neon lights, Gu Junqing's handsome face was as if it had been cut by knives and chisels. His pair of black eyes were cold and indifferent.

Every glance and every action he made was still the same as before, deeply moving to Huo Zhi.

His thoughts were like raindrops, like the story of yesterday, the old song that echoed today.

That autumn