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Time passed in a flash. Unknowingly, it was already late autumn. However, to Jiaoniang, these days felt like centuries. Every minute and every second was excruciating.

Jiaoniang sat by the window, looking at the leaves falling with the wind. Jiaoniang suddenly thought of many things.

He still remembered that at this time last year, Ye Xuan and himself were sitting under a red maple tree