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After she finished talking with Hsiao Mengyao on the phone, Yan Yiqing let out a deep sigh.

It was as if a huge stone in his heart had finally been lifted.

He was still wearing the shirt he had worn the night before, and there were still tears on his smooth white face.

Yung Mo was moved.

His eyes were softer than before.

"I'll be leaving first." She didn't have the slightest nostalgia