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Jiaojiao smiled warmly and said, "When you get out, your wish will definitely come true."

The two exchanged smiles in the darkness. Even though they couldn't see each other's faces, a gentle warmth, like a spring breeze, filled the despair, warming their cold hearts.

"Wait, what?" Jiaojiao, half-conscious, sniffed the air. "I think I smell soup."

Driven by her obsession with food